July 23rd, 2005. 3:15pm on a sunny saturday afternoon, my dog and best friend; faithful companion and loving pet, was put to sleep. He was having an aweful time, still unsure of what it was exactly, but he was breathing so heavily and for days straight, his eyes said it was time to let go. He had been suffering from epilepsy, but the drugs he was on seemed to stop the seizures. Though we did not get an MRI, we knew he had a brain tumor and possible malignant tumors throughout his body. So in the backyard on the green grass, I watched as my best friend took his last breath as the injection was given. He was 11, and his time came too soon.
Only minutes after the vet, a good friend of ours, left with our good buddy in his truck to be cremated at the clinic, it started to rain. A five-minute sprinkle that seemed to be Charlie moarning with us; crying that he was no longer in our arms, but in our hearts.
We miss you so much already Charlie, until we meet again....
"CharlieDog", "Woofer", "Munchmutt", "Charles", "Buddy", "Chuck", "Chuckster"... we love him so much:
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Only minutes after the vet, a good friend of ours, left with our good buddy in his truck to be cremated at the clinic, it started to rain. A five-minute sprinkle that seemed to be Charlie moarning with us; crying that he was no longer in our arms, but in our hearts.
We miss you so much already Charlie, until we meet again....
"CharlieDog", "Woofer", "Munchmutt", "Charles", "Buddy", "Chuck", "Chuckster"... we love him so much:
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