Charlie Dog

CHARLIE

I remember the day we brought you home, and it feels like it was just yesterday, even though time has flown by since then. Oh my, my poor nose didn't think it could stand anymore when we finally made it through the back door with you in our arms. The moment we stepped inside, the aroma that enveloped us was nothing short of overwhelming. You could have easily won a stink contest for the worst smelling dog, hands down! It was a unique blend of wet dog, pee, poo, and unkempt fur, and a hint of who-knows-what that made our eyes water and our noses wrinkle to the point of puck.

As we looked at you, it was impossible to tell which end was which; your adorable face and your little hinny seemed to blend together in a comical way. It was quite a sight! We couldn't help but laugh at how your little tail wagged energetically, giving away which end was which, as if you were trying to communicate with us through your enthusiasm despite the unfortunate odor that surrounded you. Your excitement was contagious, and it made the whole situation a little less daunting. We had numerous belly laughs at the stench.

With a shared understanding that something had to be done immediately, we wasted no time in getting you into the tub. The bathroom quickly transformed into a makeshift spa as we filled the tub with warm water and prepared for what we knew would be quite the undertaking. We all looked at one another and said, "Let the scrubbing begin." It took several baths, each one more vigorous than the last, to tackle the layers of grime and odor that clung to your fur. We used all the dog shampoo we could find, hoping to eradicate the pungent smell that had become your signature.

After what felt like an eternity of rinsing and lathering, we realized that a major haircut was also necessary to truly get you feeling fresh and clean. Your fur had grown long and matted, and it was clear that a trim would help not only with the smell but also with your overall comfort. We carefully snipped away at your tangled coat, revealing the soft, fluffy fur hidden beneath all that mess. By the time we finished, you looked like a completely different dog—clean, fluffy, and no longer the source of our olfactory distress.

Finally, after all our efforts, you weren’t so pungent anymore, and we could finally breathe more easily around you. Our nose appreciated the hard work! The transformation was remarkable, and we couldn’t help but admire how adorable you looked with your new hairstyle. That day marked the beginning of a beautiful journey, filled with laughter, love, and, of course, plenty of adventures. Many beach trips to see your Uncle, Charlotte trips, etc.

Those eyes stole our hearts in ways we never expected. The beautiful, soulful gaze of those puppy/old man eyes penetrated deep into our very beings.

Our home, we knew, wasn't going to be your permanent dwelling; rather, it was just a temporary stop on your journey. You had a special place waiting for you, nestled within the warmth and love of the grandparents' homestead, where you would be cherished and adored.

Most puppies are notoriously challenging to house train, often requiring patience and persistence. However, you were a delightful exception to that rule. From the very beginning, you seemed to understand the importance of doing your business outside It took just one good scolding for you to grasp the drill, and from that moment on, you were a model of good behavior. No newspapers needed!

 One of the grandparents was facing the harsh reality of terminal illness, and the atmosphere in the house was heavy with sorrow and uncertainty. Yet, amidst the pain and heartache, I have no doubt that you were heaven sent, arriving just when we needed a glimmer of hope and happiness. Your presence was a balm for our wounded spirits, a reminder that love can be found even in the darkest of times.

As time marched on and heaven gained our beloved patriarch, you mourned the loss with a profound sense of understanding. You would lay in the recliner, your head resting on the arm, as if you were patiently waiting for his return. It was a poignant sight, a testament to the bond that had formed.

Time has a way of mending broken hearts, allowing us to heal while still holding onto the cherished memories of those we have lost. We never truly heal, and we never forget, but somehow, we find a way to move forward, carrying the love of those who have passed with us.

After a few months of navigating through grief, you began to bond with the one left behind, forming a new companionship that was both heartwarming and uplifting. You became her faithful companion, always by her side, offering comfort and joy in the simplest of moments.

 You brought sound to an empty house, and hope to a grieving soul.

You had her wrapped around your little toe. Lol. Treats for potties, treats when she left to go to church, or to the grocery store.

Your playful spirit and affectionate nature made you the perfect furry snuggle-want-a-be, bringing laughter and light back into the home.

Almost seventeen years we enjoyed barks and snuggles. Your presence is missed, a small dog that was loved by many big hearts.

We miss you, Charlie!