This last week, my roommates dog struggled battling a disease of the blood. Her body decided to attack and destroy her red blood cells. While sometimes this can be overcome, she did not win the battle. While she was not my dog, in a way she was. Since I moved in here over a year ago, she has spent every night either sleeping in my room or in my bed. We’d spend hours playing WoW together, usually her growling or barking when I’d loot gold–she didn’t like the clinky noise. She was my buddy, and I’d get home from work and say “Come on, Charlie, time to go play video games!” And she’d race me up the stairs and into my bedroom where we’d hang out for the rest of the evening.
This, for me, has been a terrible loss. One I would equate with losing a best friend. And so while I still can see though the tears, I will share this picture. One of Charlie hanging out under my desk. That face of hers I was too familiar with, and will miss forever.