Six years ago tonight, my mom adopted me! She came to the shelter where I was staying and took me home with her, and I've been here ever since!
It took her three days to decide to adopt me. The first day she met me, she wasn't sure she could take care of a big guy like me. She went home without me, to think it over. She needed some time to be sure we would be compatible, so neither one of us would have to have another heartbreak.
That was the longest three days of my life. Mom said hers, too.
But of course, my good looks and charm won her over in the end, and she came back to get me. Kismet, whatever that means. Mom says it means we were meant to be together.
I've taught my mom a lot over the years, like how to throw a ball (she threw like a girl before I came along), how to use a lint roller, and how to pass the CGC test.
She taught me a lot, too. Mostly she taught me that the world is not as scary as I thought it was, and that people are good.
And life is good, too. Especially when you have someone who cares about you.
We've been through a lot together, and some of it has not been so much fun. But as long as we're together, things always turn out all right.
May you all be as happy together as Mom and me, on your 6th Anniversaries, and ever after.