Charlie Wayne Mar 5, 1998 – June 20, 2009
The world lost the best dog ever known yesterday. While hunting snakes, he fell into the river. He lived a long, happy life, and although it is very hard for Darryl & I to grasp, he died doing what he loved to do the most, which is hunt critters. We miss him terribly today. To me, he was the world’s most perfect dog; he was so perfectly balanced and confident and so incredibly gorgeous. He loved everyone, human & canine alike, and everyone who met him loved him back. Oh, I loved him way too much. My heart is broken and hurts so much.
Betty & Darryl
He loved to watch his children come into the world. He stayed right near Kayley
as she gave birth and he wanted to meet each pup as it came into the world.
Here he watches for squirrels & chipmunks. I feed the birds more to watch him,
watching the squirrels & chipmunks, than for the bird’s sake.
" Dogs’ lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you’re going to lose a dog, and there’s going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with them, never fail to share their joy or delight in their innocence, because you can’t support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There’s such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and for the mistakes we make because of those illusions."
(
Dean Koontz~ The Darkest Evening of the Year)
