Happiest of Birthdays to our Teddy Spaghetti
Happy Ninth birthday to our baby boy, Theodore Burberry. My bub. Our combover boy. Daddy's Count Nubula. Auntie's Nubbie. Snow puppy. Grampy's Moe. Meemaw's Gumdrop nose. Teddy Spaghetti. My best friend. Stud. Lady's man.
Nine years, where or where has the time gone? It doesn't seem possible that you can be more than a few years old. I remember being so excited to go and visit you and holding you for the first time. How tiny you were, and how you just rested your little face right on my chest. It was love at first sight.
There could never be another being that understands me like you do. Because let's be real, you are me in dog form. A little hesitant meeting new people, serious with a subtle sense of humor, moody, a snuggle bug and rock music enthusiast. (I mean, what other pup recognizes Welcome to the Jungle and Back in Black?) The bravest little boy I have ever met with everything health wise you have gone through, I couldn't be more proud. You are the bestest big brother to your crazy little sister. So incredibly patient and sweet, I don't know what she would be like without you.
It's me and you against the world. Mommy loves you so much, Bub!
Happy Birthday Teddy Spaghetti!
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