The 3 year anniversary of Brock’s stroke was a few weeks back and I’ve been trying to figure out what to say. Thinking back over the last three years has been far more emotional then I expected. I don’t know if it’s because he’s come so far or maybe it’s the realization that he probably doesn’t have three more anniversaries left. Either way, I’m filled with such a range of emotions reflecting on our journey. Brock is the absolute most amazing dog, and friend, any human could ever be blessed with. His path through recovery has taught me so much about life, about who I want to be for him, and all the things he is to me. He honestly doesn’t care and just wants to be loved. He wants to hop into his wheelchair Saturday morning for a walk, or to play with his toys, or take the middle of the couch for himself. He’s the most loving and loyal dog. Brock’s never met a stranger, nor has he failed to endear himself to one.

It’s been a roller coaster of emotion, insanely stressful at times and a financial burden providing the care he requires. But, to this day I wouldn’t change it for the world. In a way I feel lucky to have experienced the last three years and hope I get three more. Watching him go from being a somewhat normal dog, to half his body paralyzed, to the slow recovery has been inspiring. I had no idea what would happen when I brought him home and I couldn’t be happier with who he is.

Thankfully he is so lovable too. We’ve had the most amazing help from day one. He’s had so many people help out taking care of him. I even had a friend catheter him a few times. If that’s not love I don’t know what is! He has the best daycare that’s shamelessly attends to his every need. They’re worse than I am.

I sure hope I’m writing a 4 year anniversary post, but if I’m not I will be writing about how thankful I am. He’s made my life infinitely better.