Today, Boomer turns 12.

His once jet-black muzzle now glimmers with soft gray, and his steps aren’t as fast as they used to be. But when he looks at you — oh, that look — his eyes still shine with the same pure, unwavering love they always have.

Boomer wasn’t always surrounded by love. He spent his early days searching for scraps, sleeping wherever he could find shelter, never knowing if the next day would be kinder. Until one day, a gentle hand reached out. A family took him in, gave him a name, a bed, a home — and for the first time, Boomer knew what it meant to be safe.

Twelve years have passed since then. He’s been there for every laugh, every tear, every quiet moment when words weren’t needed. He’s watched the kids grow, stood by his humans through tough times, and filled every room he entered with warmth.

And now, at 12 years old, he doesn’t ask for much — just a cozy blanket, a treat or two, and a few belly rubs. But today, he has one simple wish:

“Will you wish me a happy birthday?”

Because even though he’s getting older, to him, every wag, every kind word, every “Happy Birthday, Boomer!” means the world.

So today, we celebrate him — for all the joy he’s given, for the hearts he’s healed, for the loyalty that never wavered.

Happy 12th Birthday, Boomer. 🎉💛
You are loved more than words can say.