Maybe it’s weird to mark the birthdays of a dog who is no longer alive, but today would’ve been Georgia’s 16th birthday. She was my best friend for 13 years, nearly half my life at the time she died. I still miss her terribly and I think about her often. She didn’t like toys but she loved cardboard, and she was a great protector. She once chased away a burglar who tried to get into my apartment while I was out. She also liked trying to catch fish in the pond at the park (but never succeeded).