Somehow it’s been 4 years since Brock’s stroke. In some ways it feels just like yesterday and in other ways it’s hard to remember him as a four legged doggie. I’m pretty lucky to still have him hanging around annoying me.

Every year when the anniversary comes around it brings all the emotions of that day back to the surface. The uncertainty and anxiety of what would come. What was really wrong with him, would he survive, how would life change? Somehow we’ve both survived the challenges of his limitations. At some point they quit being limitations and it’s just life. You eventually accept what life is and do what you can to make it easier for him.

His life isn’t easy at all but he never cares. He wants to play and go to daycare and thankfully still loves to curl up with me.

Each year it’s hard to imagine he’ll be around the next year, and each year he amazes me. He’s amazed everyone that knows him. One year it will be our last year, and I’m afraid this is it. He’s getting older and doesn’t get around very well at all. I don’t know what keeps him going, but I like to think it has something to do with me.