It's been a little over two months now since I lost my beloved Charlie. Today, I looked at a picture of him and teared up again.
I haven't bonded much with cute little Jasper - I think he is more my daughter's dog than anything, and I think it has helped her to heal after Charlie's death. But I have subconsciously (or consciously, perhaps) kept my heart locked up when it comes to this puppy.
Charlie was so special. I'm tearing up even while I'm writing this. But y'know, he is beside my bed every night. I know that sounds bizarre and maybe even a little funny, but I sense his presence right beside my bed. That's where he slept all the time, not far from my side. I feel like I can just put my hand out and I'll be able to stroke that soft fur again.
Maybe I shouldn't get so emotional over a dog. But he was more than a dog. He was my best friend. I can't count how many times I'd hold him and sob my heart out over something, or just hug him close to me because of how much he loved me.
I'm still missing him. I think I will always miss him. But he holds a part of my heart that will forever be his.
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