Charlie

Right, so I didn’t grow up with dogs, yeah? Always thought they were a bit messy, a bit mad. Then my boyfriend, ex now, thank God, surprised me with this lurcher pup. Said I needed something to “soften my edges.” Cheek. But that dog, Charlie, he was brilliant. Absolute clown of a dog. All legs and ears. Used to trip over his own paws chasing pigeons. He slept under my desk while I worked from home and would randomly howl if I ignored him for too long. Once nicked a whole roast chicken off the kitchen counter. I couldn’t even be mad because I was the one to leave the temptation in his way. He wagged his tail like it was the best day of his life. Charlie saw me through a tough time, he did. That breakup. My gran passing. Losing my job. He was the one constant thing that got me out the house, made me laugh. He got ill this year. Vet said there wasn’t much we could do. I stayed up all night with him, stroking his head, whispering daft things just to keep him calm. He passed away Quietly. Just stopped breathing. I cried like a child. Still do, sometimes. He was my first dog and he changed everything. Miss you, mate. Thanks for choosing me.