...and she was our dog.
Since moving, we have a lot of new people in our lives. People who wonder about our frequent references to Charmer. She's the name of our wifi. The art on our walls. The golden retriever ornaments on the Christmas tree. She's my username on Instagram. So what do I tell them?
Her name was Charmer and she was our dog.
She was obsessive about tennis balls.
She was much more into people than other dogs.
She had a light pink dot on her nose and a big black spot on her tongue.
She was the most popular guest blogger I've ever known.
She treated begging like a professional sport.
She was just starting to get to know her little boy, Charlie.
She has been gone for three years, today, and I can still remember how that clump of fur I'm grabbing felt.
She has been gone for three years, today, and this pillow sits in our new family room, in our new house, in our new town that she would not know. And we still call it the, "Charmer pillow."
Her name was Charmer and she was our dog. And we miss her, more than you'll ever know.