Saying goodbye to Charlotte

Yesterday we had to say goodbye to mom’s dog, Charlotte. I feel like she’s partially mine, too, since we got her the summer I was living at home after college. That summer we lost our childhood dog, Sammie, and decided we wanted a Boston terrier for our next companion. When we found Charlotte, in a small town in Missouri, she was the runt of the litter. They called her Piggie because she had a curly tail. She only weighed a pound, and we loved her instantly.

Charlotte has always been such a sweet sidekick — social, cuddly, with a great zest for life chasing her tire toy. So when she went blind a few months ago and couldn’t do much anymore, she just didn’t seem like the same dog. I will miss her snuggles in the “butt hut” as we call it. She was an important member of our family, and it just won’t be the same without her.