My best friend, no matter what.

This post is going to be about my best friend. It’s his birthday tomorrow. And on his birthday eve, all the lovely times we have shared together so far, runs in my head.

I met this guy about 4 years back and since then he has been with me through thick and thin, literally. He offered me a hug and shoulder to cry on while I was upset and jumped with excitement when I was happy about things.

My best friend, Boo. My dog.

I still can remember the day we went to the kennel to select a puppy and there he was, wagging his tail in full vigor. I wasn’t into puppies and all at that time but this guy eventually and slowly made his way to my heart. There have been times he ripped my favourite peep-toes apart, tore my dupatta, barked for hours together no matter whether he was fed, thirst fulfilled and allowed to relieve himself. He has driven me outright crazy and had me thinking why on earth I brought this guy home to times when I held him tight and wondered what I would do without him. I talk to him and tell him things I normally wouldn’t speak out. I tell him that I love him looking straight into his eyes. Somehow I always feel he understands what I’m talking.

I still remember the time I was pregnant and was fast asleep at night and he lightly tugged on my blanket to wake me several times until I was finally up to tell me that he wanted to relive himself and wanted the door opened. It was past 2am and god knows how long he was trying to wake me. That’s my boo for you. Considerate and caring.

The past one year has been hectic with the baby coming and I have had the least time to spend with you, boo. Give me a couple of months more and you can roam around everywhere like before and we can have our fetch sessions everyday.

Thanks for being patient fella.

I love you, happy birthday my baby boy ..