#mightyhearts

[siur-pairc]

This year for Valentines I am asking you to join me in helping hearts! We are raising money for Mighty Hearts a group who helps families with children born with CHD (Congenital Heart Defect) we are also hoping to send cards to a wonderful group called "Cards for Hospitalized kids" (CHK) for every $100 donated to Mighty Hearts we will design and send a card to CHK. Donation link for Mighty Hearts is open now on my channel!! https://www.twitch.tv/siur__ #twitch #mightyhearts #cardsforhospitalizedkids #charity @valentines #twitchaffiliate #campfirestreamteam #smallstreamer #femalestreamer https://www.instagram.com/p/CoqqhBzujLH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[myheromacadamianutclangen]

Macadamiaclan cats! With backstory.

Mightystar! The leader of the clan. Tom, he/him. 156 moons. Family includes Heavybelly (Mate), Newtstrike (Deceased) (Adopted mother), and Greenfur (Son). Conditions include raspy lungs.

Greenfur! Our deputy. 18 moons. Tom, he/him. Family includes Mightystar (Father), and Sparkclaw (Mate). Conditions include being born without a tail.

Sweetnose! The Medicine cat. 196 moons. Molly, she/her. Family includes Tricklekit (Adopted son).

Shinesmile! Our only Mediator. 25 moons. Tom, he/him. Family includes Suneater (mate).

Mambagaze! A warrior. 85 moons. AFAB Trans tom, he/him. Family includes Loudscream (Mate), Sparkclaw (Adopted son), Echocall (Adopted son), and Lambkit (Adopted daughter). Conditions include failing eyesight.

Loudscream! A warrior. 85 moons. AMAB Genderfluid, he/him and she/her. Family includes Mambagaze (Mate), Sparkclaw (Adopted son), Echocall (Adopted son), and Lambkit (Adopted daughter). Conditions include partial hearing loss.

Heavybelly! A warrior. 80 moons. Tom, he/him. Family includes Mightystar (Mate), and Suneater (Adopted son).

Suneater! A warrior. 25 moons. Tom, he/him. Family includes Shinesmile (Mate), and Heavybelly (Adopted father).

Sparkclaw! A warrior. 18 moons. AFAB Trans tom, he/him. Family includes Mambagaze (Adopted father), Loudscream (Adopted mother), Echocall (Adopted brother), and Lambkit (Adopted sister). Conditions include partial hearing loss.

Echocall! A warrior. 18 moons. Tom, he/him. Family includes Mambagaze (Adopted father), Loudscream (Adopted mother), Sparkclaw (Adopted brother), and Lambkit (Adopted sister).

Lambkit! A kit. 3 moons. Molly, she/her. Family includes Mambagaze (Adopted father), Loudscream (Adopted mother), Echocall (Adopted brother), and Sparkclaw (Adopted brother).

Tricklekit! A kit. 3 moons. Tom, he/him. Family includes Sweetnose (Adoptive mother).

Newtstrike! Starclan guide. Deceased. Molly, she/her. Family includes Mightystar (Adopted son).

After their clan becomes overpopulated for the territory they send a group of their cats off to find a new territory to claim as their own. Mightyheart is chosen to become the leader as he is a well-trusted senior warrior.

They settle in a forest area, and set their borders. Finding a link to Starclan, Mightyheart becomes Mightystar and appoints his son as deputy.

[theblondeanimalambassador]

Wanting to know how all the great bloggers take a great selfie!? 🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️ Filters? Makeup? High quality camera? Selfie self confidence? 😂 SUPERZOO is amazing btw! OMG I am in heaven with all my people! Animal lovers are everywhere! 😍😍 Today I got my 6am workout in and now I am off with @zoeymarieestes @mightyheartsproject to promote Vasco’s miracle heart surgery and get the latest in pet nutrition! Lots to come so stay tuned! . . #pets #petpeople #dogs #dogsofinstagram #fun #animallovers #family #mypeople #superzoo #vegas #worktrip #blog #blogger #miraclesurgery #mightyhearts #mvd #theblondeanimalambassador #blonde #yorkiemom #furbabies #furbabymama #petblogger #dogmama #dogblogger #nutrition (at Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1bnfi4nrG2/?igshid=144siqphi5pt3

[muddyjin]

A Heart of the Sea The Sea Lavender named so because it often grows by the sea. A simple no nonsense plant yet it carries a gentle, sweet fragrance. A small flower with a mighty heart, it is everlasting. Which is why it is often used in remembrance of loved ones that live on among our hearts and mind. Even when people are far away, beyond our reach they still remain with us, within us. Its flower also has the ability to heal and cleanse when used as a herb. When such a gentle flower can soothe a raging sea, why doubt our strength in a distressing storm. #backyardadventures #flowerhunting #sealavender #allstormspass #griefisjustlovewithnowheretogo #smallthingshavebigimpacts #mightyhearts (at Irvine, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-G9_RJhXiR/?igshid=n8vvmfv48k70

[the-ill-informed-bystander]

As the Bell Tolls - Part 4

“Get back inside.” Barnes demanded. “We’re not alone.”

Hicks didn’t argue, he just turned and ran. He had been running for so long now it felt like it was in his nature to show his back to danger, but he didn’t let the implication that held bother him. He grabbed a branch and lit it on the fire before pushing on up the stairs. What he would find up there terrified him, but he convinced himself the Souls were gone now, passed on to a sweeter place than this Hell. His foot reached the bottom of the stairs when he heard Barnes bellow out into the night.

“Show yourself!” He called out. “Simon if that’s you I will fucking end you!”

It wasn’t Simon, he didn’t have to run out into the dark to confirm that. Simon wouldn’t be so stupid. Hicks ran up the stairs, his heart threatening to shatter his ribcage from inside, his ear were ringing with blood. There was a tingling sensation in his fingers that was making it difficult to clutch the torch. He turned and ran into the library, taking solitude among the ashes of pages of history. There was a small window in the room that looked out into the town. He took a moment to gaze out into the void, but saw only a dense fog that clouded everything more than a few yards in front of his face. Below him, he could just about make out the ledge that marked the sloped ceiling of the first floor. He sat on the floor by the window, holding the burning branch in both hands and tried to steady himself. He breathed heavily into the flames and tried to concentrate on his own survival. Barnes was a brute, but a legendary fighter. Some even said that he once stood against a Mightyheart in a fair fight, though not even the most gullible of men actually believed that story.

“Get Back!” He heard the bellows from below him. The sound of the chiming kept growing.

Hicks’ hands were shaking so hard the shadows in the room danced all around him. His breath was so shaky and forced that he felt himself choke on the decrepit air.

“Back! Get away!” Barnes kept yelling but whatever it was he saw kept coming. “Get beck foul Daemon!”

Hicks bolted out the window. His feet landed hard on the sloped ledge below him and with only a brief glance over the edge he jumped blindly to the ground. His feet crashed hard onto the scorched soil and he was sent sprawling on the floor. He dropped the makeshift torch but cared not a moment for the instrument that would draw anyone, or anything, to him in the night. He ran straight towards the nearest dark outline that marked out a stone hut, his heart screaming in his ears and his feet carrying him so fast he could scarcely believe it. Behind him, he heard the clatter of steel and the sharp ringing screams of Barnes. He felt nothing but the will to keep running. Barnes was brave, Barnes had fought, and now Barnes was dead. But he could keep running.

He reached the edge of the house, but couldn’t find the door. Desperately he scrambled around until he found the back of the house and stopped. What was he doing? How could he hide out in the open like this?

A hand clasped around his mouth and heaved him to the floor. He tried to cry out in terror but the palm forced his mouth shut fast. Tears flowed down his face and he clasped his eyes shut so tightly he felt the muscles cramp.

He was piled uncomfortably on top of another man on the floor. His breathing began to slow as he felt the slow rhythm of his captor’s heart against his head. At long last, Simon relaxed his grip.

“If I can see you.” The archer said in such a hushed tone Hicks could barely hear him. “If I can hear you, they can too.”

Hicks looked up at the archer. Through the stinging sensation in his eyes he could just about make out his face in the moonlight. It had been a half-moon the night before, but tonight the moon was full and bright. Perhaps that meant something, perhaps it didn’t. Hicks no longer cared.

“What is happening?” Hicks sobbed.

“I don’t fucking know.” Simon replied. “But you were right. We should have stayed far away.”

Simon looked about him. Along the back of the house he spied a partially destroyed metal door leading to the interior.

“Look.” He said, pointing to the door. “We can get inside without being seen.”

Simon walked and half dragged the sobbing singer into the house. The door was mercifully quiet as they entered. Inside there was nothing left, it was a miracle the slate had held long enough to survive the inferno. The front door was in a much worse state, barely hanging on to the wall and standing ajar. Aside from two other windows, the two were hidden from sight.

Hicks was curled up into a ball in the corner, sobbing too hard to move.

“What happened to Barnes?” Simon asked in a hushed voice.

Hicks just shook his head.

“Right.” Simon replied, standing tall. “Well, we don’t have much choice. We can’t stay here, we have leave right now. I don’t have a plan, so I say we just go for broke and sprint out of here as fast as we can and don’t look back until we are surrounded by trees once again.” The archer heaved the singer to his feet. “Look at me.” Hicks looked. “Now you get a grip right this second. We need to leave, now. If you stay here you will end up just like Barnes.  Wipe your face, and let’s go, now.”

Hicks rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, washing away much of the water. He couldn’t stop the tears though, and soon his face was just as slick as it had been. Simon inched over the rear door once again, reaching a hand out to doorframe. He looked back.

“Are you ready?” The archer asked. The singer nodded, only half lying.

Simon opened the door.

A hundred war horns blew at once and shattered the eerie silence as the shadows piled into the house to swallow Simon but Hicks saw no more as he ran out the open front door back into the town. The war horns blared and covered the sounds of the archer’s screams but Hicks did not look back. He just ran so fast he felt like he was flying across the earth. Where he was running he had no idea, his legs had taken over his mind. He was just running. Running.

He passed the open door of the church. Beaten bloody, Barnes was tied up to a stake piled high with kindling as a shadow held a flaming torch in one hand. He made no sounds as the flames approached him, but even from afar Hicks could see his breath in the air. Hicks kept running, there was nothing he could do.

The first few yards of the dock were cracked and broken. Hicks stormed through the seawater to reach the crumbling planks of the jetty. He hauled himself up to the tune of a hundred war horns and Barnes’ screams, and ran across the slick wood as fast as he dared. One misstep, and he would be thrown into the water to meet Barnes’ fate. Yet run he did. He ran and until he saw the tattered sail and threw himself into the small deck of the boat. The whole boat pitched hard as he landed and he heard a rib crack as he hit the mast, but he felt nothing.

The rope, it was still tied to the jetty.

Fear for his life forced him to open his eyes and reach for the rope, but he stopped dead.

Standing on the jetty, looking down on his pitiful existence stood the ghostly grey figure of a woman dressed for a wedding. Her clothes shimmered in the wind and clouds of ash blew off her as if she were afire, but the air was cold. Her face was black and cracked and charred, and where eyes should have been there were only hollow sockets. In her delicate, charred fingers she grasped a small bell, no bigger than a fist.

Hicks curled up into a ball. His hands covered his face.

“Please!” He begged. “I’m just a singer. I never hurt anyone. Oh God, please don’t kill me!”

He felt a chill in the air around him. His hair stood on end and the outer layer of his wet clothing seemed to freeze over.

“The leave.” The chilled air whispered gently into his ears. “And sing a song of what you saw.”

The boat shifted under him, and the ice melted. Hicks did not move for a very long time. He panted and coughed. His ears rang with such a painful note that his head pounded unbearably. Eventually, he began to accept the fact that he was not dead, and slowly, ever so slowly, he picked his head up from the deck of the boat. As he pried open his eyes, he saw the sail of the boat was pushing him out to sea. Then, with more care and fear in his heart than he dared to admit, he forced himself to look back at the town. He saw very little. The fog covered almost everything, but he saw two pillars of bright orange light by the entrance of the church.

And the church bell tower was ringing.

[drunkonmoonshine-blog]

Mighty Hearts

For the Love of God Dog

To test your motherly/fatherly/parently instincts before actually being ready to take on that real undertaking... get a dog. I suppose you could get any animal or maybe you're a plant person, but for me I'm a dog person so this is going to be a dog story (...my dog may or may not be actually laying on my lap as I type). 

As a family of four living in a white-picket fence suburb, the only thing we were missing was a family pet. Once I had started elementary school, my parents thought my brother and I were both now old enough to help care for a family animal. I suppose pet preference could be embodied as a gene passed down generations because many families, mine included, with a mom dog person and a dad dog person have obligate children dog people. If this were the case, in my opinion, the dog gene as opposed to a cat gene, fish gene, etc. would or should be dominant :). Regardless, there was no question in what type of pet we were going to get... so it was off to the dog breeders we went. I was too little at that point to remember any part of the process in choosing a breed or a breeder. All I remember is being in the backyard of some person's house gawking at the adorable puppies joyfully and carelessly waddling, frequently stumbling, around a weakly enclosed area. I was head over heels, similar to some of these minimally coordinated pups, in love with dogs from that point forward. 

The dog we picked, Molly Brown (our family dogs get middle names too), quickly became one of my very best friends. She was certainly not in the well-behaved dog category because my brother and I found ways to make it difficult to discipline an energetic puppy (aka we secretly fed her under the table, rarely if ever told her no, and consistently developed games that involved us chasing each other around the house). But she was nonetheless loving, so so loving. The bonding that takes place between a child and a dog is unimaginably beautiful. I don't know why or when or even how, but that dog became family quickly and deeply. I remember my dad didn't allow her upstairs at night because no one was awake to make sure she wouldn't get into trouble. One night I felt especially guilty to have to leave her downstairs at bedtime, so after my dad went up to bed I quietly tiptoed down the stairs to retrieve her. Holding her collar to slow her pace as much as my 10 year old self could, we slyly made our way up to my room. All the while, I'm whispering in her ear "shhh, be quiet so daddy doesn't hear us, and you can sleep with me tonight" and then I would look into her eyes always searching for some validation that she heard me and understood. To this day, I could swear she gave me that validation. 

Unfortunately, Molly didn't have a long enough life (like any life of an animal could be long enough). She passed away when she was only four years old after unknowingly, and rambunctiously like her lively puppy self, running into the street in front of our house. The culmination of time and circumstance at that moment was not in our favor. Only an hour or two later in the vet hospital, she passed away. The day Molly died is one of the most vivid memories I still hold. I wasn't allowed to go to the hospital to see her before they put her down because my mom thought it would be too difficult of a sight for a third grader. Though I'm nearly sure my mother was right (she knew too well of her daughter's sensitivity), I still wish I could've said goodbye. The next day I came home from school because I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't comprehend the idea of death very much at the time, but I could sure feel the substantial ache in my chest, the loss was physically painful. That event, I think, was the first time I truly learned emotional and physical experiences are not by any means mutually exclusive. 

No dog would replace my very first, but I missed having a furry friend to confide in. After seeing the way it tore our family up inside, my dad didn't want to go through with it again (and I think he probably also considered the fact that it was often a battle to get my brother or me to take the dog for a walk or go pick up poop in the yard regardless of how much we loved Molly). So there were years of me pleading for a dog and my dad always saying no. Then in high school he decided this was an opportunity to teach me some useful business skills. In order to get another dog for the family, I would have to make a strong case for it: research, plan, offer options, gather preferences, and make a well-orchestrated presentation for final endorsement. My dad said it was my responsibility to convince him. I took on that challenge willingly. 

A computer presentation supplemented with a prepared booklet of information accompanied me and my parents into the family room for a sit-down meeting. This was business. Stakes were high (in my mind). I had a breed and breeder picked out. I even had the specific dog arranged (it sounds weird to say it, but the puppy was "on-hold" awaiting our deposit which the breeder kindly gave us a few days to decide on). Essentially, I made it so that my dad had his hand above the button and all I needed to do was coach him into letting it fall. After the presentation was over, being pretty impressed with my passionate thoroughness, my dad asked some questions. My mom and I answered (she had been in my corner aching for another puppy under our roof). Turns out the business practice paid off, but no transaction can be trusted without a contract... so the three of us wrote a contract laying out roles of responsibility (basically saying I was responsible for the dog in all regards with some help from my mom) and ownership of the soon-to-be family dog. On 9/27/08 I signed that piece of loose leaf paper, and in October my mom and I brought home a puppy from Iowa. 

That little white nugget of a dog, only weighing a few pounds, couldn't keep her legs from slipping out from under her on our, now her, hardwood floors when we first brought her inside. Not knowing the power of prophecy, we bought Ellie Marie a food bowl with "spoiled" painted on it and a water bowl with "diva." Now, we're coming up on eight years later and she still slips and slides chasing after toys (but never bringing them back, fetch isn't really her thing) or having her crazed mid-afternoon Bichon buzz-runs. Fittingly, she is referred to in our house as The Queen of Sheba. If there was ever a daddy's little girl, besides me, it is for sure Ellie. Our dog is our baby and I won't shy away from saying we shower her, with what many would see as excessive, love and affection. 

.....But the real point of this post and the reason for my utter awe with dogs is that no matter how oddly we praise them and talk to them like a toddler or let them motivate us to do crazy things like take them for a bike ride in a backpack strapped on like a baby carrier... we will never ever be able to give them the amount of unconditional love they give us. They might not have thumbs, or appreciate many rewards besides edible ones, or think the same way humans do but I am sure they have a mastery of love. I don't think anyone or anything does a better welcome-in-the-door hello than a dog. By God, I will be forever grateful for and in high admiration of their small but very very mighty hearts. 

[siur-pairc]

Feb 14th!! Join us for a Charity Event!! we are supporting

#mightyhearts#cardsforhospitalizedkids#twitch#charity#valentines

[theblondeanimalambassador]

Just dream planning my next escape to Harpenden... Vasco’s 3, 6, 9 and 12 month rechecks are all coming up and Mommy needs some horsey time 😍😍! Missing our amazing miracle doctors @royalvetcollege the countryside, animals, people and places! @harpenden_house @joemmaher don’t be surprised when we come see you again soon! 💚💚💚🌈🌈🌈 . . #harpenden #england #vacay #miracletrip #rvc #vacation #lifesavingheartsurgery #mightyhearts @mightyheartsproject #fun #love #lifestyle #horses #equestrian #jumper #theblondeanimalambassador #horsebackriding #horsey #horseback #fitgirl #fitspofitspiration #trip #travel #blog #blogger (at Harpenden) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxq1WnFnFe5/?igshid=89lxxbi5ms75

[theblondeanimalambassador]

Heading into seven weeks post op and we couldn’t be more thrilled! My baby boy is doing better and better each day. His new name is “Porky” because of the two breakfasts he just ate today 🤣! Not to mention the four meals yesterday and five the day before 😂💯! I cannot tell you how incredible it is to know your baby is not going to suffer and die from an awful heart disease. 🙏💚💜 Mitral valve disease has a surgical solution and we want everyone to know about it!! Please join us @mightyheartsproject here on insta and on Facebook to learn more. With 80% of little dogs developing this awful disease worldwide we need to join together in advocacy, hope and helping each other! . . #mvd #lifesaving #miracle #mightyhearts #myvasco #love #family #dogs #yorkie #dogsofinstagram #yorkiesofinstagram #fun #fit #lifestyle #theblondeanimalambassador #heart #savealife #edication #hope #success #beautiful #furbabies #adorable #cute #fitspo #fitgirl #fitpup #healthy #well (at Del Mar, California) https://www.instagram.com/theblondeanimalambassador/p/Bxc_-KRnUtZ/?igshid=s0op4ep0f2qi

[theblondeanimalambassador]

When you are so excited to see your baby on day 6 after heart surgery and he’s so excited he crawls in his bag and falls asleep 😂😂😂... Vasco you can’t escape Mommy no matter how hard you try! 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 . . #mylove #vasco #yorkie #yorkies #yorkiesofinstagram #momgivemesomespace #lifestyle #fitlifestyle #lifestylefit #furbaby #love #family #mightyhearts #england #travel #openheartsurgery #mitralvalverepair @royalvetcollege @mightyheartsproject (at Queen Mother Hospital for Animals) https://www.instagram.com/modedeviefit/p/Bv8wo70nBvf/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kfm3hcodu3q8

[theblondeanimalambassador]

We found the perfect coffee spot where almond and coconut milk are served and everything is very healthy! Well... except the decadent pastries and scones! Brrr... can you tell it’s a brisk British day in the countryside? We are all bundled up. Less than 24 hours to surgery and anxiously counting down 😫🥶🙏🙏💙💙💙 . . #travel #mightyhearts #yorkies #yorkshireterriers #family #lifestyle #lifestylefit #lifesavingtrip #myloves #yorkiesofinstagram #dogsofinstagram #dogs #babies #furbabies #lovebugs #myloves #matchymatchy #puppylove #harpenden #england #vacation #fit #fitpups (at Harpenden) https://www.instagram.com/modedeviefit/p/BvrFpu1H0aB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1fnrjrbxjbart

[theblondeanimalambassador]

Just enjoying the fresh British air in the comforts of our stroller mother! good thing we are prepared with winter coats because brrrr 🥶 it’s chilly today! 💙 . . #alwaysbeprepared #jackets #brrr #coldweather #spring #harpenden #england #vacay #vacation #mightyhearts #yorkies #fatherson #yorkshireterrier #yorkiesofinstagram #dogsofinstagram #dog #lifestyle #lifestylefit #fashionableyorkies #fashionistas #fashion #style #vogue #cute #adorable #love #myloves #furbabies #lovesofmommyslife (at Harpenden) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvrE8-PAI0F/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=114f64ugqsg4y

[theblondeanimalambassador]

Found a gym but no reformer so I improvised haha... doing teapot, stir the pot and obliques with this guy! 😂🙌🤷‍♀️ . . #missingpilates #improv #improvise #gym #fit #fitness #fispo #fitgirl #fitvacay #vacay #vacation #mightyhearts #harpenden #england #international #adventurw #travel #inshape #fitspiration #workout #calorieburn #nowimstarving #lifestyle #lifestylefit #fitlifestyle #lifestyleblogger (at Harpenden) https://www.instagram.com/modedeviefit/p/BvmaQDJHKwE/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15k7ih98xyluc

[theblondeanimalambassador]

My perfect babies... world travelers we made it to the motherland of the yorkies! England we love you 💚 and @royalvetcollege we love you more! 💚These are my babies Bushmill and Vasco... in our lifestyle where we go, they go. And when the USA doesn’t have the lifesaving heart surgery your baby Vasco needs, well then, you head to the best place in the world that has it! Btw the town of Harpenden England is an amazing find I highly recommend if you’re looking to visit England! @harpenden_house is an amazing place where you can set up your home base and easily travel to the train station or uber to London and all over the UK really. We are so enjoying the town and friendly atmosphere and people! We walk everywhere and just love being in the English countryside!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 . . #england #rvc #royalveterinarycollege #international #mvd #mightyhearts #mitralvalvedisease #chf #lifestyle #lifestylefit #yorkies #yorkiesofinsta #yorkiesofinstagram #dogs #dogsofinstagram #puppiesofinstagram #love #family #furbabies #harpenden #countryside #bestvethospitalintheworld #fit #compassion #responsibility #dedicated #mommy #vacay #travel (at Harpenden) https://www.instagram.com/modedeviefit/p/Bvk8tW_ngRl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1chq5qw3itbyh

[theblondeanimalambassador]

When you get your official stamp from @heathrow_airport for your babies and are good to go! Crazy face much 😂!Entering the motherland with my Yorkshire babies! What a journey getting here! 😅😅😅 . . #yorkies #yorkshire #yorkstars #yorkiesofinstagram #dogs #dogsofinstagram #instalerfect #travel #canine #lovebug #mybaby #furbaby #myvasco #loveofmylife #grateful #bonvoyage #lifestylefit #mightyhearts #lifestyle #compassion #vacay #vacation #dogtravel #pup #puppy #england #international (at Heathrow Airport) https://www.instagram.com/modedeviefit/p/BvhxcDtHya7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=120tw3biuf4zy

[theblondeanimalambassador]

Happy birthday to the love of my life, my Vasco! We’ve been through so much together over the years and I love you more and more with each passing day. You’re my angel, my brave little man who handled open heart surgery like it was no big deal! You inspire me every day with your pawsitivity and sassy attitude! You’ve taught me patience, how to live in the moment, to take nothing for granted, and to be grateful for the little things. You’ve also trained me well to feed you on time or you’ll bark nice and loud to let me know I’m late haha 😂💚. You’re my furever little man and we have so much to celebrate now, forever and always! XOXO . . #yorkie #yorkies #yorkiesofinstagram #dogsofinstagram #dogs #love #loml #mybaby #furbaby #puppy #survivor #mightyheart #strongbrave #birthdayboy #happybirthday #family #myfirstborn #cute #adorable #grateful #gratitude #patience #positivity #healthy #well #theblondeanimalambassador (at Del Mar Cliffs) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1pLFPDHALr/?igshid=14xd2ti185fpk