Happy 7th birthday Muffin



Dear Muffin,


Oh, baby girl! Six years ago you were born this day.  You could have fit into a teacup. I was recovering from smoking and surgery and plotting to have just you.

Eight weeks later, the worst night of your life was the best of mine, after a very rocky start. By this time, you fit into a soup pot. The one you traveled in to Petsmart so I could get you all you required to usher you from the litter into your life with us.

A quick word to all the raised eyebrows out there at me buying, not rescuing, I make no apologies for how you came to be mine. I damn near had to out bid you from a man with a pregnant girlfriend bearing a pregnant pug.

Having no clue what I was doing, I broke every rule and you proved a most…

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