...today is Mother's Day, which Ken and Charlie have made so special for the last three years. But it's a bittersweet day too. Today marks one year since we said farewell to our sweet golden girl.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of her.
Most days, it seems like there isn't an hour that goes by that I don't think of her.
I still think I hear her. Maybe I do.
In the middle of the night, I still look down at our neighbor's light reflecting off our front hall floor and take comfort when I think I see Charmer down there. Maybe I do.
Every day when we sit at the table, I ask Charlie to point to her picture. I want him to know her, even if he'll never know her.
Lately, a lot of people have been saying to us, "You should get another dog."
Truth is, I don't want another dog. Truth is, Charmer broke my heart. I know some day, I'll want another dog. Some days I do want another dog. But that day has to be when my heart feels a little less broken. (And maybe a day when I won't have to worry about a toddler picking up dog poop in the backyard).
Miss you, sweet girl.