WITHOUT OUR CHARLIE-DOG

Today, my wife lost her best friend. Charlie was around before me. He roamed up and down the hallways of our home, looking for food or love for almost a decade. It used to drive me insane, now the house seems terribly quiet.

My Dad loved him too. I will never forget his insistence that we go to Pet Smart and get him a present for Christmas. He always wanted him to fight and wrestle with him, but Charlie never got mad. That always cracked my Dad up.

My friend Spencer was a big fan of Charlie's. Spencer would come over and rub his back for hours on Boys' Nite, or any other occasion here. I am pretty sure Spencer is not going to know what to do with himself the next time he comes over.

I loved him too. He was always loud, always stinky, always in my face but he was always, my Charlie.

Peace and Hair Grease