Tomorrow is my dog Dodger's third birthday. How time is flown. One month to the day before I adopted him I had overdosed, for the third time. Since my Dodger &amp; I found each other I haven't even cut. I smile all the time, even if I'm just driving by myself. He is my other half, my best friend, &amp; the reason I am alive.

Fuck anyone that says I don't love him in the same way that one loves a child. I can't have kids but my sweet boy means just as much to me as any kid. I love him so much my heart could burst. 

I do sometimes worry about when he does eventually pass. I'm not sure if I'll survive that. But for now, I'm happy. I'm not going to focus on that shit.

So happy birthday, my sweet Dodger. &amp; thank you for bringing me back to life. I love you forever.

&lt;3