A Girl's Best Friend
Charlie was her name, actually it was Charlotte. She was a beautiful little West Highland
Terrier with a heck of a lot of spunk.
From the moment we saw her at Barkingham Palace, a little pet store a
hop and a skip from North Shore Animal League she was my dog. This adorable little white ball of fur who
took her blanket from the back of her cage and carried it to the front saying
take me I’m yours. Of course we left the
store without her and went to another pet store closer to home where I was less
than bedazzled by the adorable little White Highland Terriers there. So I made Peter go all the way back to
Barkingham Palace and get me my dog. She was my 40th birthday
present after all.
She was a handful from day one; she barked all the time,
cried all the time and was pretty much lovable all the time. Well maybe not so lovable but she grew on us
all even Kelly the cat. She chased poor
Kelly all over the house so much so that we didn’t think too much of it when
Kelly started losing weight, it turned out to be diabetes not Charlotte. But Charlie was fun I’ll give her that much.
My craziest Long Island memory was when Charlie used to
escape and run up and down the block giving me and whoever happened to be
chasing her with me fits as we lived on a very busy road, the only way to get
her back was with White Bread believe it or not. She would always come running for white
bread. She loved it.
When we moved to Clifton Park, everyone was worried about
Charlie in the snow. Charlie loved the
snow up until this morning; she used to rub her skin on the ice and had more
fun in the snow than a couple of toddlers.
When we first moved into our house there was two feet of snow and I took
her for a walk on the porch, having so much snow I didn’t not realize it was
about 3 feet off the ground and proceeded to fall flat on my butt while Charlie
ran for the hills, thankfully she ran back (she was a very smart little dog). But she never lost her love for the snow.
She was my constant companion especially when I was embroidering;
she would lie at my side or at my feet and was very content and sleepy when I
was embroidering. She was just the
best. She’s had Cushing’s disease the
last few years which meant she was constantly scratching or hyped up super aggressive
on prednisone(which meant eating, barking, eating, barking, peeing, pooping,
eating, barking) but always in her lovable way.
She was a person wrapped up in a dog costume and I loved her
dearly.
Today I had to say goodbye to my best friend and I didn’t
want to let the day go without a tribute to my sweet, sweet Charlotte. Hug your dogs, they are part of your family
and say a prayer for my little Charlie and for Peter and Brian and me. We will miss her and her lovely little doggie
personality the rest of our lives.
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