May my ball hand always be busy; may your feet always be swift

[lizblackdog]

	May you have a strong foundation when the winds of changes shift
	May your heart always be joyful
	May your song always be sung
	And may you stay forever young
	Happy birthday, my love, my light, my life

There are odd little tufts of white hairs in amongst the black, his teeth are worn nearly a third of the way down despite all the care I take, and he gets puffed fractionally sooner than he once did. He is six today and he is not a puppy any more. But the light in his eyes, his joy in life and our love are undimmed and plan to remain so for many years yet.