I just wrote down a list of all of the moments that Charlie was a part of. And I couldn’t do it. There are just too many. He was a part of our lives for nearly twelve years and saw us through as many ups and downs as you can imagine. He was the best kind of dog. The best. And now he is gone. We said goodbye to him on Saturday.
This morning W ran to the front door to let Charlie in. And he wasn’t there. So W stood at the door knocking and calling, “shaaaalllllly, shaaaaaalllllly!”
It was so incredibly hard to let him go. So hard. The world feels different without him in it.