When I was younger I used to be obsessed with animals. I wanted a puppy so bad for the longest time and finally, after a long day of first grade, my mom surprised me with one. My family named her Jasmine and she had been our (my) baby ever since.
The cool thing about my Jasmine was, since I got her in first grade, we’ve really grown up together. This December she’ll be 13 and as much of a puppy as the first day I saw her. 
I’ve grown up with this dog. I’ve loved this dog. This dog has been there for me. I don’t often thank God for random things. But every time I see those dark brown eyes and that smiling puppy mouth every single time I come home. I just think to myself about how lucky I am to have a puppy like Jasmine.