Happy Birthday Polo!

He's the first thing I see when I wake up, and the last thing I see before I go to sleep. He presses his body into mine in the darkness of night, follows me in the pastel light of morning, and when I cry, he's the first to respond. He waits by the window every morning when I leave the gym and greets me at the door upon my return. When everything else is too much, the simplicity of my dog's love is enough.

I should be embarrassed to admit how much I love Polo, but I'm not. I suppose that sort of confidence comes with age. We're growing old together, me and my dog.

We recently celebrated Polo's sixth birthday and I took a photo to remember my best friend…and all the joy he brings to my life.