R.I.P. Charlee (10/8/1997 - 8/13/2011)
This is all I can muster since losing my dog, Charlee. He was my best friend, and my cuddle bug for a long, long time. There are very few photo albums in my house that don't have a picture of Charlee in them, and I still have his family tree/ and the collar he wore when Anna and I got him at the pet store.
I will miss his little Ewok, teddy bear puppy face, his love grunts, and his wet kisses. Most of all I'll miss his happy smile, and yes, he smiled...all the time...mostly with his tongue hanging out.
He was always there to greet me at the door and never ever got mad at me when I vented about anything. Most of all he would sit by my side or on my lap when I cried at a sad movie or lost love or lost family members. He would watch dog shows with me on television. He was full of energy, bouncing around, peeing on shoes in greeting, and getting his head stuck in a fish box.
He may have done all those things: eaten glass, chocolate, and tin foil . . . lets not forget the half of a corn cob from the trash. But he was always happy and content just to be loved, hugged, and kissed. He love the snow and would catch snowballs in his mouth and eat them and catch frisbees in the summer. He may have been a purebred, but he was no priss. We went hiking and he's even taken a dip or two in a pool or pond. Anna (here's her post) and I even took him to Boston Public Garden where he chased the geese into the pond and they preceded to follow him around the lake as we walked.
I won't go into his many illnesses, but I will tell you this, he's not suffering anymore and that's all I can ask for, even if my daughter won't remember him or how he welcomed her into the family by sitting outside her nursery door guarding her that first week she was home.