“It’s just a dog…” I remember my Mother saying those words when she heard that my Aunt Cathie had lost her dog, Tammy. Aunt Cathie never had children and little Tammy, a Yorkshire Terrier, was her baby. They were bonded. I could see that.. everyone could. But my Mother just didn’t get it. She didn’t understand why Cathie was so deeply distraught when Tammy passed away.
Lovely tribute to your “Charlie”. The part about not holding grudges is so true. My late “Molly” was the personification of unconditional love. She’s in Heaven now, which is a yellow tennis ball factory in the sky!
This is so beautiful Marcia --- love to you & Mike! So glad you had Charlie for a while!
Lovely tribute to your “Charlie”. The part about not holding grudges is so true. My late “Molly” was the personification of unconditional love. She’s in Heaven now, which is a yellow tennis ball factory in the sky!