Sweet Charlotte, my doxie
I am so glad a website like this exists. I think people around me don't understand this terrible grief. On March 25th, we had our beloved dachshund, Charlotte put to sleep. The day before, while on a walk with me, she fell down our front steps. She seemed ok the rest of the day, even going for a long walk with me that night.
When I got home from work on the 25th, she was paralyzed and in incredible pain. The emergency vet said it would be miraculous if she ever walked again. Plus she would be susceptible to infections and sores with paralyzed legs. Knowing how much she loved to run, play and chase our cats, we knew she wouldn't want to live like that.
My Charlotte was with me for only 5 1/2 years. I wouldn't take one day back, but I would give anything for one more. I must have kissed her a million times, but I would kiss her a million more. She was truly my best friend. She was my companion through a divorce, and I always said she was the best thing to become of that marriage.
When I got re-married, she was there, giving me kisses in my wedding dress. She has been by my side every single day since she was a puppy. She used to cry when I got in the shower because she couldn't be with me. She eventually learned it was ok, to just wait on the mat outside of the shower. We're expecting our first child in November, and I cannot believe this baby won't ever get to meet my Charlotte. Her life was cut too short.
I've tried to look for signs that she's ok now. Until this happened, I thought it was so easy to believe in God and heaven, but it's really not easy since I'm so worried about her. I feel so much guilt about her falling down the stairs. I am consumed with all the "what if's." I wish I would have carried her down the stairs that day, or taken her to the vet just to make sure she was ok. What if I came home for lunch and checked on her?
Our house is so, so quiet without her, even with 2 cats. The bond I had with her was incredible and I hope one day when it's my time to go, she'll be waiting with a wagging tail for me. I can't wait to be reunited with her.
We always called her Poochie... I love you, Poochie.