When I was born, the veterinarian thought I should be euthanized because I am missing a leg and an eye.
I was saved by the breeder who helped me come into the world.
She found my forever human, Trish, who makes every single day of my life, wonderful.
Today was my birthday and Trish took me to the pet store. She bought me a bully stick, a big greasy bone and a rubber chicken.
I am the luckiest dog ever.
I am now officially seven years old.
Thank you for a great human and a fabulous birthday.
Note from Trish:
“I am the lucky one, Angel.”