Thanks for being my dog, my companion, my shoulder to cry on, my listener who never talks back, my friend, my significant other, my beautiful rust-coloured Sunni.
I'm sorry you had to spend the first five years of your life stuck in a bottomless crate, being forced to procreate, and treated like you were not a living, breathing and feeling being, with emotions and the ability to feel pain.
I wish I could have found you, rescued you, and saved you from the anguish of your old life. You don't need to worry about ever being neglected ever again. You make me a stronger person everyday, because every day, you overcome your fear of leashes, other dogs, loud noises, dark rooms, and wire crates. If you, such an innocent and traumatized being can overcome something that must have been so cruelly painful, I know I can surmount anything life throws at me.
Thank you, Sunni, for being my dog.