Charlie was only a few months old when we got him. He was born February 17th, 2004, and was brought into our family in June of that same year. I, and likewise with my mom and dad, got instantly attached to this little ball of adorableness. He came into our lives during a time that we needed him the most. My dad had just lost his job of 24 years due to the economy, and we were all down.
I remember taking him home that day, and we sat on the couch and watched ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’, and I just remember his ears perking up because he knew that he was with a family that would keep him.
A few months later Charlie ended up getting the parvovirus. He shouldn’t have survived. The vet we took him to said that he was the luckiest dog ever, because he should have died. Over the years, Charlie had some problems. We ended up finding out he had severe allergies to his own fur, and asthma. He also had a really bad infection on his paws which turned up every spring and summer. We would always call him “our little runt”, because that’s exactly what he was.
We spent our share of money on him, gave him the best food possible, spoiled him rotten, and in return he gave us nothing but unconditional love.
March 26th, 2014 I had to say goodbye to a dog that has been with us for 10 years. A dog who has been my best friend, and has been there since I was 15. He was there through high school, he was there for me when I would come home crying, he was just always there.
Every single time I would come home from work, no matter what time, he would run to the door to greet me. That bounce in his step, those perky ears… he was always so happy to see me.
This past week, Charlie started having problems walking with his hind legs. After a test, it confirmed that he has severe Diabetes, that had essentially shut down his liver and kidneys. The vet told my mom that he was in so much pain, that putting him to sleep would me the best choice, as any of the treatments we could have done would have only prolonged his suffering.
I’ve never lost a pet before, and Charlie was my everything. I spent the past five days crying, and trying to make sense of everything. How could this dog, who was perfectly normal a month ago when I took him to the vet all of a sudden get sick like this? Why couldn’t I have prevented this? Why didn’t the vet see this? The past days have been restless sleep, and even in Charlie’s sick state, so sick he could barely get up, he would hear me crying and force himself to get up and come out from his bed to fight his way onto mine to sit with me, to lick my hand, and sleep beside me.
I woke up this morning, and he was laying beside me, and there was a look in his eyes, a look like he just knew that it was his time. My mom came into my room to get him, and take him to the vet. The vet said it would be best that I didn’t go with her, as it’s for the good. As my mom picked him up, I told him goodbye, and he licked my face. He licked my face to tell him it was okay, and how it’s not really goodbye.
My mom said that when she gave him to the Vet, he had this look of relief on his face. He was in so much pain, that he just wanted to go.
It’s been hard, because I still want to call him. I’ve been in my bed all day, and every time I get up, I want to tell him to move. My nickname for him was ‘Stinky’, and I actually told him to move, but mid sentence I realised that he was gone.
My blankets still smell like him, and I don’t think I’ll ever wash them.
I love you Charlie. I love you so much.