Doggy

 Tonight, I ate three pb&j sandwiches.

Doggy made them for me to take to work. It's a small thing, but it makes me feel like I might be someone who is worth caring about, which feels nice. I'm glad to have her around. Sure, I've done a lot to help her out, but I don't think I can ever really make her understand exactly how lucky I am to have her in my life. 

It's about way more than sandwiches, obviously. It's about all the big and little things she does for me. It's about what she makes possible. El Furado, our home, would not be possible without her, in spite of her intermittent reluctance to participate in social events.

She gives and gives and hardly asks for anything in return other than my time, attention, love, and opinion, and to follow along on my spontaneous adventures. I don't know if I can ever give her enough of those things to balance the scales with what she does for me, but I'm sure going to try.

- Slava