Today is your fifth (35th) birthday. This is the date you were actually born, not the day your Dan spotted you at the pet shop and fell for you instantly, or the day we brought you home and made your brother turn into a bumbling mess.
You were so cute when you were a baby – I’ve just spent 10 minutes watching baby videos of you (Dan says I do this every year) and cried at how cute and small you used to be. And you had stripes! And crinkle cut fur!
Sometimes you’re outright stubborn, sooky or in the mood to get in mama’s way:
and you have very (very) strong opinions about the Litter Kwitter training. But you do try… sometimes.
Our snuggle times on the couch after dinner is my favourite part of our day – you get to nuzzle under my chin(s) and I get to sniff your fur, which is my favourite smell in the world, and the one I missed the most when I went to Europe at Christmas.
You’ve taught me patience and resilience and been the best bundle of fur we could have ever asked for – I can’t imagine my life without my Bear.
And yes, you will be getting kanga meat for dinner tonight.