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title: Goodbye, Charlie
description: I lost my best boy Sunday morning...
date: 2023-07-24T21:45:12.751Z
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  - diary
  - pets
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lastmod: 2023-07-24T22:26:01.797Z
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I lost my best boy Sunday morning. For the last eight years, he was never far from my side and we took care of each other. I tended to his physical wounds he had as a tiny foundling (in the parking lot of a liquor store in the middle of a thunderstorm) after I adopted him and he took care of my mental wounds, which ran just as deep.

He wanted to be wherever I was, always watching and preferably helping. When I was at my desk, he was either at my feet or perched up behind me, watching intently. When I was in the kitchen cooking, he would watch me from the top of the stairs, sitting propped up in his weird little way. If I was in my workshop making something, he'd be right in the middle of it.
He came to me in the exact right time and left way too soon.

Goodbye, Charlie. I miss you so much already.

![Baby Charlie sleeping on my chest](images/sleeping-on-my-chest.JPG)
![Baby Charlie standing on an award plate](images/standing-on-my-trophy-plate.JPG)
![A collage of Charlie being where I need to be](images/trio-of-being-where-i-need-to-be.JPG)
![Charlie and my Charlie mask](charlie-mask.jpeg)
![Charlie watching me cook from the top of the stairs](images/watching-me-from-the-stairs.JPG)
![Charlie perched in my office letting a leg hang long](images/perched-with-long-arm.JPG)
![Charlie perched behind me while I work and watching my every move](images/watching-me-work.JPG)
![Charlie perched in my office next to my This Is Fine dog](images/watching-me-work2.JPG)
