Charlie

I love your silly face,
Your overwhelming borderline violent affection,
Our old game of family room chase,
And the layer of hair on my clothes.

I love your blue eye,
I love your brown eye.
I didn’t choose you because of your eyes,
They just visualize your spectrum of awesome.

And my, oh my, Awesome you are.

Born on March 17th,
St. Patrick gave you his blessing.
Partied and played the piano at my Keggers,
And that’s just the beginning.

Made a friend of anyone.
I didn’t even like that guy, and you did.
You found the joy in everything,
And you found it for me when I couldn’t.

You made sure I got up for work,
And you made sure I smiled everyday.
I loved seeing your ears perk,
When I called your name.

I miss calling your name,
Charlie.

You deserve the best home,
The best from the best people,
And the best life a dog can live.
You are the best dog I know;
The best friend a person can befriend.

Stay awesome Charlie.
I know you will.