I'm having to face life without my C-G.
My questioning about why she was taken too soon
has changed to gratitude for the 12 years
she was with us, then just me.
You see, I know the timing of losing her could likely
never have been "just right."
But the timing of her coming into our lives
One day when Susannah was 9 years old she talked
Susan into stopping at Petland to look at the dogs.
She found a little long legged Sheltie and
immediately decided she was perfect for
Mimi and Gaga.
(Nevermind that Mimi and Gaga had been
married 48 years and had NEVER
allowed a dog to set foot in their home!)
That was in 2005. Jack was at the halfway point
in his battle with Alzheimer's.
I waited a week before I succumbed to going
to look at the puppy I was not going to get.
She rode home in Jack's lap.
As surprised as we all were, she was his dog
from that moment on.
Here we are surprising Madeline and Susannah
with the new member of our family.
From the beginning Jack carried Charleigh-Girl
He took her to the office--in his arms.
He carried her into the vet's office--in his arms.
The receptionist there finally asked us if there
was a problem with her legs.
Charleigh was also his only hobby.
He took her outside constantly.
While he could still drive he drove her to his office
and let her to bark up the place!
(Which he would NOT have allowed anyone else to do.)
She was with him the day he got lost.
Our whole family was surprised (to put it mildly)
at his love for this little dog.
Through the years I have posted so many pictures
But not this one that I found!
Here is the family massage therapist, Susannah,
apparently being assisted by Charleigh-Girl!
Just couldn't resist including it.
What a sweet memory.
The hardest thing I've ever had to do was to
take Jack to Silverado and drive away without him.
Having this little dog at home helped me so much.
I know my family was so thankful we had decided
to get her when we did.
With all my heart I feel God sent her to us/me.
The second hardest thing I've ever had to do was to
rescue Charleigh from her desperate situation.
One can say, as I did, that having her peacefully
go to sleep is the "last good thing I can do for her,"
and it is; but it is AWFUL.
I kept saying I "would never get over it."
Terri told me that I wouldn't, but that
I would get through it.
Tomorrow will be three weeks.
I know that's not very long.
My cousin Sarah was here for 6 nights of that,
so I had some distraction.
Now I have tears again, missing her terribly.
What an example Charleigh was of
So happy to see me every time I walked in.
I never got a picture, cause she was so short,
but she smiled at us--a lot!
And she was SO BEAUTIFUL, wasn't she?
She is, very appropriately I think,
buried in her back yard.
I will certainly never forget this first animal I