Have you ever felt you and your dog were destined to be together? I believe that about Charlie.
We met at a PetSmart adoption day in January 2016. I wasn’t there to adopt a dog. I went instead to buy food for my cat, Princess, who has never forgiven me for giving Charlie a home. She had our home all to herself until he arrived. But it had been nearly fourteen years since I had a dog as a companion, a pure-bred Brittany Spaniel I named Sancho. Sancho was a hunting breed, rough and tumble, with a taste for my wife’s shoes. It didn’t stop her from marrying me, but she wasn’t anxious to have another dog when he passed in 2012. Besides, we had toddlers (twins) and were expecting again.
The day I knelt down and shook Charlie’s paw at the PetSmart, it was as if he said to me, “I’ve come for you. Your wait is over. And I won’t chew Carolyn’s shoes.” I often tell Charlie, “I know Sancho sent you.”
Charlie is a Pomeranian mix, probably with some terrier, but we like to call him part fox because of his thick, golden coat with a hint of red and his pointy ears and nose. He is a ladies’ man. While he will seek out any open lap, he is particularly fond of women. Charlie wishes to be at eye level in any conversation with humans and barks vociferously until I pick him up.
When I look in Charlie’s eyes, it seems as though he knows me. That’s where the destiny part comes in. He has comforted me through some really tough times, especially after Carolyn's sudden death. He knows how I feel. He has been my alter ego. “I’m broken, too,” he told me, “but when you adopted me, our broken pieces fit together.”
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