For 16 beautiful years, she’s been by my side — my girl, my shadow, my heart on four paws.

She came into my life when I was still trying to figure things out. Through heartbreaks and new beginnings, quiet nights and loud laughter, she was there. Always. With those eyes that speak louder than words, and that gentle presence that soothed me on my worst days.

Now, her steps are slower. Her muzzle has turned silver. She naps a little more, plays a little less. But her spirit? Her love? It’s just as strong — maybe even stronger.

Every morning, she still greets me with a soft tail wag. Every night, she curls up near me like she always has, reminding me that no matter what’s changed, this bond hasn’t. It’s deeper. Truer.

If you’ve ever loved a senior dog, you know it’s a kind of magic — the kind that doesn’t fade with time, but grows more tender with every passing year.

She may not be the puppy she once was, but to me, she’ll always be perfect.

She’s not just a dog.

She’s my dog.

My forever girl. 🐾❤️