Eleven years. Eleven years you have been literally by my side. Everywhere I walk…you are right there by my feet. Sometimes I even step on you…but I know you know I don’t mean to. I think back to when you were just a tiny little puppy biting my ankles any chance you got and I can’t believe how long ago that really was. We’ve been through it all old man. Break-ups. Dawson’s Creek marathons. That litter box phase. I’m really sorry about that. That scary visit to the ER when you couldn’t breath. Let’s not do that again. A move into the home where we made a real life. We met Gary…and we liked him. Sometimes I think more than me but we won’t go there right now. Cancer. Proposals. Marriage. All those girlfriends you still have wrapped around your little finger. You even won over my dad…who knew that was possible?!?! You were always there on the bad days…snuggled right beside me no matter what. And you made all the good days so much better. Now the biggest change yet…a whole new state. I think you are so much happier here. With a big yard to run around in and someone to keep you company 24 hours a day. But let me tell you something buddy…it’s only going to get better from here. So today…on your eleventh birthday…I want to make a deal. I promise a very happy life ahead if you promise to stick around for it. I know deep down you’re going to live until your 58 because you know I’m not willing to do life without my best friend. I love you Gooser. Here’s to the youngest 11 year old I know!