Never will there be another...
Yesterday, I said goodbye to the best dog, and friend, anyone could ever ask for. For the last 14 years, Charlie has been a fixture in our home and my childhood.
One summer day, my dad brings home this bright eyed mutt, and we're instantly smitten. We name him Charlie, from where we came up with that, I haven't a clue. I was 4 years old to his one, but we hit it off like we've known each other for years.
Throughout the years, I've grown tall and strong, while his had come and gone. His body began to fail him while his mind was sharp and clear. His hips had developed arthritis, and after years of shots, supplements, and treatments, our family felt it was time.
Every morning, he had his routine of rounding the house, making sure everything was as it should be. Wouldn't you know, he even had a path, the grass softly worn and faded, that he traveled.
So yesterday morning, I let him out to do what he had always done, though now it was bittersweet.
After my mom was home for work, we were ready to go. I put my boots on and said, "Come on, Charlie. Let's go outside!". He heaved himself off of the floor, my heart breaking as I watched him, but I knew he would want to take this walk for himself. I opened the door, and he walked to the truck. He knew, and I almost lost it. How could he be so willing, knowing today was his last day? Could I actually go through with this? My mom then said, "We can do this, together."
At 4:24 p.m., on September 19, I carried Charlie, all 80+ pounds that he was, into the vet's office. I had never been able to pick him up and my mother wasn't sure if I could do it. Nor was I, to be honest, but some how, I found the strength to deliver him to a better life. Through the tears and pain, I sat him gently on the floor. My mom spoke with the vet briefly. I gently patted him on his head, and he looked me in the eye. That sparkle I had come to love and know, was gone.
After I said goodbye, I walked back outside. I could stay, as much as I wanted to and should have, I wouldn't have let them do it. So I knew it was best that I wasn't there.
After it was done, they wrapped him in a blanket, and we made the long ride home. My mom didn't want to bring him home, but he deserved to.
Now, he rests by our garage door, where he always kept watch when my dad would tinker away wit whatever he had found to fix.
Rest in Piece, my Charlie. Though you are gone from this life, we will meet again in another. You were and always will be my best friend.
It is tough to loose a friend, thank goodness for Cameras, our Brain to remember and our Heart to never forget them
So sorry for your loss of a much loved loyal friend. It's the last kind thing we can do for them.
So sorry for your loss
Im sorrry that you had to go through with that:(
So sorry for your loss, hold close to your heart that he lived a good, long life and that now he is happy and can be a young dog again in doggy heaven :)
GOOD Dog! The sweetest words you can say. What a GOOD DOG! Charlie.
I am so sorry! I lost my best friend too just a little while ago, and I still hurt too. Your post brought the tears again, I feel your pain, so hard to not have them with us. God bless and keep you.
I knew the day would come, but no one is ever fully prepared. I didn't think it would effect me as much as it has. I think it's how much I played in it all. My mom didn't want to bring him home, but the thought of not knowing where he was, was harder than anything. So I picked out the spot, dug the hole, and layed him to rest. I know neither my mom or dad could do it, so it was up to me. I sat with him in my lap on the way home, and I'm glad I got to hold him one last time in my arms.
What gets to me the most is that he was basically my childhood. All of my years spent as a goofy little girl without any responsibilities were with him. So when I said goodbye to him, I said goodbye to being a kid.
I know he lived a good life. We all loved him and would have done anything for him.
I just hope that one day I can repay him in some sort of way.
So sorry to hear that Barrel. Sending big hugs. I had to say goodbye to my best friend, Hannah last year - she was 16. By far one of the hardest days of my life, I know how you are feeling and I am so, so sorry :cry:
Rest In Peace, Charlie.
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