First journal in almost 12 years, but once more I have made another full trip around the sun and find myself one year closer to official Greymuzzle status.

A lot has happened in 11 years; I've loved, I've lost, I've laughed, I've cried, I've stood at the edge of the dark precipice with one foot in the air ready to take that final step.

Despite everything, I'm still me. I'm here, I'm happier than I have been in a long time, and I see further happiness on the horizon.

Here's to being 39, ya filthy animals!