I remember when Silver and I caught up in age. I think that was one of the coolest things and that we had a lot to relate to.

All of the kids are older than me, including the cats, but you’d never know it. They can definitely kick my butt on any walk or hike. I hope I have as much energy as they do at their age!

My dog is now “older” than me. At ten years old, she still acts like and thinks she is a puppy. My wife’s dog is probably the same age as us. He’s five and we’re in our thirties, so by the seven-year dog year math he’s 35.

Callie was very much like you – adored every human who said hello to her – and had the patience of a saint when it came to her sisters (especially Ducky). She was self-confident most of the time. But around the time she turned 7, something happened that made her afraid of thunderstorms. I never could figure it out. But at least she didn’t destroy things in the house (other than perhaps some nights of restful slumber for me) like other dogs I’ve heard about. I miss my girl so much it hurts, especially on her birthday; but you remind me so much of her that just reading your Mom’s blog posts make me smile.