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MR. KIPPERS HERE:
Three years ago on February 15, 2013, my new life with my mom and dad began. Like many people who rescue, the adopted dog’s “birthday” becomes the date on which that dog began its new life in its new home. And so, for me, it is February 15th.
Three different veterinarians concurred that my age was nine at the time I was rescued. That was in 2013. Tomorrow I shall enter the winter of my life, but unlike three years ago, I am no longer cold, hungry, nor in pain. I’m warm, well fed and my life has purpose and meaning.
Yes, I’ve had seven surgeries in seventeen months and no one really held out any hope that I’d survive- except for my mom and dad, who never stopped believing that a miracle would happen… and it did.
To this day my parents say that every day with me is a miracle, which is why my turning 12 is so very special!
Not only is it special in general , but they threw a surprise birthday party for me! The only stipulation was that those invited had to be small enough to politely sit in a chair at the breakfast room table.
Of course my baby sister, Miss Sophie Peach was invited, along with my cousin Dudley.
Foster bully, Miss Annie, isn’t feeling 100%, but she did drop in for a photo op and biscuits.
In the middle of all the festivities, the doorbell rang. It was my special friend Andrew, who brought me Valentine’s and birthday gifts!
Everyone sang happy birthday to me.
My muzzle may have grayed, but my step is still light and my heart is full.

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THE BIRTHDAY BOY, HIS MOM AND ADOPTED BABY SISTER, SOPHIE PEACH

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PARTY GUESTS INCLUDING COUSIN DUDLEY

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ADOPTED SISTER MISS ANNIE

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AND SPECIAL GUEST—– MASTER ANDREW—– who shared birthday secrets and made special cards!