
Dear everyone,
It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that my beautiful dog, Charlie, passed away at 8 'o clock this morning. The vet informed us that he had renal failure and they were unsuccessful in trying to resuscitate him. The news seems so unreal and I felt like I was floating for a few minutes and tried to suppress tears as I inform my family.
It was so hard seeing his cold, lifeless body on the operating table. I stroked his fur over and over again as I have done a thousand times before. Only now, I knew that this would be the last time I will be doing this. I stayed there, crying over his body for a long time. I keep rationalizing that this is not Charlie anymore, this is just his body, a representation of him. He has moved on to another place. Still, I could not bear the thought of leaving the only physical thing I have left of my baby.
I had so many plans for him. I could not wait to see him rough-house with the puppies, or sleep on the soft furry rug in my bedroom, or play in the new garden while I read, or take him with me to the many vacations I have been planning in my head. Today, all those plans suddenly vanished.
I keep repeating the past week over and over inside my head. I was trying to look at what went wrong and what I could have done to avert this situation. I know I have given him the best care, and I thought I would be able to spend a lot of years with him. I know that all these thoughts would be useless because no matter what I do now, nothing can bring Charlie back to me.
I came home to an empty house and was suddenly flooded with thoughts of him. All of his things were still around- his favorite stuffed bear on floor, his water bowl is in the kitchen, his red leash is behind the door. A thousand other memories I accumulated these past three years lingered in the house.
Many might not understand the deep sadness that I am feeling and would easily dismiss his death because he was "just a dog". But the loss is real. He was more than a pet, he was my fortitude, the inner strength I turn to whenever I am not doing well. I just need to hug him and all my worries and trepidation would disappear. We only spent three short years together but he has given me a lot. The tough times seemed easier knowing that I have a friend waiting at home who would always be there for me.
Thus, it is with a sad note that I close this blog I have dedicated for Charlie. This space would be a reminder of the short but wonderful years I have spent with him. I hope the entries and the photos gave you a glimpse of our life together. I have been very fortunate to have him as my pet and through him I have known wonderful friends, two-legged and four-legged alike. Thank you for visiting his blog, for posting your comments and for sharing your lives with us. I hope that you will not forget that even for a very short time, Charlie lived and in his own little way, he was able to make his family very very happy.
Irene




