You were given a name before we named you. I believe it was something like Tater-Tot, in reference to your small size. Some people question why we named you Hamilton. A big heart deserves a big name and I knew from the moment I saw you that you had the biggest heart out of all the dogs in that rescue shelter. Despite your fractured leg and the painful eye surgery you had just endured, you greeted us with a big smile, as if you were the happiest dog in the world. It was truly love at first sight. You might think I picked you, but in truth, you picked me, and for that I am eternally grateful. Your frail, fragile body melted into mine the moment I held you in my arms and I believe we both felt a feeling of relief, as if we had finally found something we’d been looking for for an eternity. You have your quirky ways and OCD tendencies, as do I, and I feel we find comfort in having each other to share these moments with. The best part of my day is waking up to you at my bedside, even if it is before sunrise. Thank you for teaching us to be tolerant. Thank you for teaching us to love and care for something other than ourselves. Thank you for always being so kind to every dog and/or human you meet, even when they aren’t friendly in return. You’ve taught me that size doesn’t matter, and though you may be small, you stand tall with your head held high. Your courage is something to be admired. You take on life’s challenges head-on and you fear nothing (except the vacuum cleaner, that is). You love unconditionally in a way that I can’t even comprehend. Although it’s hard for me to imagine loving anything as much as I love you, I feel that you are slowly preparing us for parenthood. One day we will have a child to love and look after, but please know that you will always be our first baby. You make our family complete. We love you Ham-bone, and we are so proud of you.
Love, Mommy and Daddy