Charlie
my dog died on sunday.
he wasn't just my dog, he was my sausage, my bubby, my porka. he was the only living being that was always unerring happy to see me, no matter what mood i was in. for a while, he was my reason to get out of bed, the only thing that could get me up in the morning was knowing he needed me. i needed him too. he was always so relieved to see me, always so anxious when i left, always good for a cuddle. he would follow me around the house so closely that his nose would repeatedly bump against my calf. i always told him i would be back when i was leaving, so he would know i would be back for him. when i took his collar off for a bath, he would always wait anxiously for me to put it back on, so he knew he still belonged with me. he was happiest on my lap, or in his bed right next to my desk, or at a stretch he would sleep on my clothes. i would often bring him to bed with me in the morning after my boyfriend had left for work. i made sure to pat him first when i got home, before the other dogs, so he would know that he was still my baby. he would bring me his bear, or a sock, when i got up or got home, and he would prance it around just out of my reach, as if showing me his gift, but not letting me have it. he would race around the house when he was damp, from the rain or a bath, and get so excited that he would glance off the walls and couch. if i stomped on the ground near him, he would run laps around the living room; if i tapped him on the butt he would playfully growl at me. in the morning, he would hear me get up, and trot around the house looking for me, and when he finally found me he would put his ears back and race over, with such an intense look of relief at having found me.
i miss him so much
he wasn't just my dog, he was my sausage, my bubby, my porka. he was the only living being that was always unerring happy to see me, no matter what mood i was in. for a while, he was my reason to get out of bed, the only thing that could get me up in the morning was knowing he needed me. i needed him too. he was always so relieved to see me, always so anxious when i left, always good for a cuddle. he would follow me around the house so closely that his nose would repeatedly bump against my calf. i always told him i would be back when i was leaving, so he would know i would be back for him. when i took his collar off for a bath, he would always wait anxiously for me to put it back on, so he knew he still belonged with me. he was happiest on my lap, or in his bed right next to my desk, or at a stretch he would sleep on my clothes. i would often bring him to bed with me in the morning after my boyfriend had left for work. i made sure to pat him first when i got home, before the other dogs, so he would know that he was still my baby. he would bring me his bear, or a sock, when i got up or got home, and he would prance it around just out of my reach, as if showing me his gift, but not letting me have it. he would race around the house when he was damp, from the rain or a bath, and get so excited that he would glance off the walls and couch. if i stomped on the ground near him, he would run laps around the living room; if i tapped him on the butt he would playfully growl at me. in the morning, he would hear me get up, and trot around the house looking for me, and when he finally found me he would put his ears back and race over, with such an intense look of relief at having found me.
i miss him so much