If you saw the end of my post yesterday you would've noticed that Cypress celebrated her fourth birthday yesterday. In this house we take dog birthdays very seriously. And you might be thinking that it's just me but Rob is just as much if not more into it than I am. This is why we are perfect together.
We began the day with early-morning bed snuggles. We have a double bed so Cypress doesn't usually sleep with us, but I called her up this morning to wake Rob up. He loves it, don't worry.
The rest of her day was pretty normal. Rob took her on a few walks while I got some work done, and later we went to the grocery store to pick up her birthday staples--tuna fish and vanilla ice cream. We might be somewhat broke from moving but dammit, our dog still eats well on her birthday.
After we came back we took her to her new daycare/boarding facility to check the place out. It seems like a really good fit, which is great since she'll be spending the majority of the summer there assuming I start traveling again. She made a very good impression on the owner so we were proud pet-wranglers that day.
At night we ate tacos and then gave Cypress her second helping of tuna fish for the day, and finally some ice cream as dessert. Of course we sang her "Happy Birthday" despite the fact that I hate it and always have. What can I say? She's cute.
After dinner I was putting around on the internet when she jumped on the couch and demanded to be snuggled. Since it was her birthday I put the computer down and obliged...then I dropped my phone on her head and she wanted no more of my snuggles.
I know that those of you who have/appreciate pets will understand me when I say what an important part of our family Cypress is. Today I could sort of not really see why people who have children get sad at birthdays; this is the first year that Cypress's age indicates that she is certainly an adult, and since she's a dog, our time with her is extremely limited and frankly I can't imagine life without her, as morbid as that sounds.
Earlier Rob was reading a little pamphlet the doggy daycare lady gave us that has "Love Notes from Your Dog." The last one is "Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, 'I can't bear to watch,' or 'Let it happen in my absence.' Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember, I love you." I can't even read it without tearing up a little bit.
Happy Birthday little beastie! And I say that knowing fully that you literally can't understand a word I say.