September 12th Charlotte was diagnosed with bone cancer. It had literally eaten away the right side of her pelvic hip socket. We made the last month as joyful and pain free as possible but
it was inevitable that it wouldn't last. I knew this ride was coming. I suspect she did too in some mysterious dog way. Full circle, I can remember the joyful first ride we had coming home from picking her up in Long Beach CA on a Saturday in June.
Charlotte had been a rescue, turned into the California chapter of the Cairn Terrier Club of America Rescue at about a year old. She had been found wandering in the Joshua Tree area. They called me because their list only contained people wanting purebreds. Charlotte was a wonderful mix of terrier
and likely Schipperke. She was a no nonsense kind of dog.
She didn't play, she didn't want to be every one's friend. I was her chosen one and it was enough. Even Gene often felt the snub. I loved her almost as much as she loved me. Charlotte was my best car buddy if the errands and weather was suitable.
We dubbed her the velcro puppy. Where I went, she went. For over 17 years I have had someone watching my back, literally, every moment! She was not a true cuddler but she loved to be touching me, and would look up into my eyes as I petted and stroked her.
As I cleaned yesterday, I cried. Puffs and tuffs of lighter than air undercoat hide along corners and
under chairs. The last physical presence of a dog very much loved. And I was ridding myself of them forever.
I'll find bits of her for a while yet and each time it will tug at my heart and the tears won't be far behind. The memories are really the most precious but this little last vestige will be cherished too.
Good bye my little Stubber Butt, go join your pack of friends over the bridge.
They have been waiting for you for a good long while. I will miss you so, so much.