4 years ago my husband brought home a dog, he was big, very hairy, and a boy which are the 3 things I avoid most in dogs. I swore I would have nothing to do with him and for a few months I didn't. Then my husband had to be out of town for a few months and after I would put the kids to bed it would just be me and fat Charlie (Im not calling him fat btw its his name) and he would look at me with those big, brown eyes. He melted my icy heart and was soon sleeping in my bed. When my husband got back all he could say was "you stole my dog", and he was right because he was MY dog and I was his person. Over the years he became more than my dog, he was my best friend and I loved him. Then just like that he's gone, and there is one less beautiful amazingly created creature in this world. In my head I know there are bigger problems in the world, but my heart is like a honey badger right now because it doesnt give a shit. He never made me feel bad and almost always made me feel better and there are not alot of things in this world I can say that about.
Fat Charlie had a great life.
Fat Charlie loved and was loved in return.
Fat Charlie was a good boy.