My little girl also just passed away. She was a purebreed Black Labador . Charlotte, was her name. Charlotte, came to me as a birthday gift almost 11 years ago. A buddy of mine knew I had been talking about a dog. Charlotte was my birthday gift. She was 6 weeks old solid black coat with dark eyes.Pure mischief for almost 3 years. Nothing was safe, sandals, furniture, you name it. Then, suddenly it all stopped and she bothered nothing. I baby talked this dog like a child. She slept in the bed with me from day one.Charlotte was the only black lab house dog known to mankind. One health issue plagued Charlotte. She and had very dry skin and itched constantly. I took her to the University for treatment. They put her on a oral steroid. I disliked giving that to her but it stopped her from constantly scratching, and she would scratch till she bleed. Anyway, life went on and she was a more than a dog. She was my best friend. Everywhere I went she also went. I had several baby talk names for her, Black Dog ,choo-choo,Sweet pea, lil' girl, and on and on. She would only ride in the front seat. Any other Human passenger in my truck was delegated the the back of the cab. Charlotte was never barky, very good with people and just wanted to please. In my mind the only the mistake I made was that she ate whatever I was eating too. If I had pizza, Ice cream, Bananna, yougart, broccolli, Taco's, whatever she was given the same. Charlotte was my child.For example, I went to site on line that allows you to have any picture downloaded to be made into a postal stamp. I've got one with her in the green grass of my back yard smiling and sitting up. Last Tuesday, I urgently took her back to the vet for the 3rd time in three days. They could not find what out was wrong with her. She had not eaten in 4 days and drank very little water. Her lung collapsed and they found cancer tumor. I made the decision to put her down. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in this life. My heart is broken . I miss my Little Choo-Choo. No one and nothing will ever make it right. She was more than a dog, she was my best friend. I loved Charlotte with all my heart and soul. In closing, Charlotte is buried on my brother's farm under a huge Oak tree.
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