2015 - 2024
2015 - 2024
Charlie never walked into a room — he burst into it, tail first, with the absolute conviction that whatever was about to happen next was going to be the greatest thing that had ever occurred. Nine years of that relentless optimism changed us in ways we are still discovering. He befriended strangers, tolerated the neighbour's grumpy cat, and greeted every single morning like it was a surprise party thrown just for him. We are endlessly grateful we got to be his people.
He was eight weeks old, golden as sunrise, and already entirely too confident for a puppy of his size. Within twenty minutes of arriving home, Charlie had inspected every room, stolen a sock, and fallen asleep on the dog bed we had specifically placed in the corner — after dragging it to the centre of the room.
Three states, two thousand kilometres, and one golden dog with his head permanently out the window. Charlie navigated every rest stop with the seriousness of a seasoned explorer, investigated every blade of grass, and arrived at every destination happier than when he left.
Every single morning for nine years, Charlie woke us with the same unbearable enthusiasm — tail wagging before his eyes were fully open, ready to make the most of another day. On his last morning, he still managed a slow wag. That was Charlie: optimistic until the very end.
It's okay to feel exactly how you're feeling right now.
breed
Golden Retriever
age
9 Years
favorite activities
Fetch, Rolling in Grass, Car Rides, Playing with Kids
favorite treats
Pumpkin Cookies, Bacon Bites, Apple Slices
favorite sound
Car Keys Jingling, 'Walkies', Treat Bag Rustling
best adventure
Road Trip Across Three States, First Snow Day, Camping by the River
211
Total Lit Candles
Charlie never walked into a room — he burst into it, tail first, with the absolute conviction that whatever was about to happen next was going to be the greatest thing that had ever occurred. Nine years of that relentless optimism changed us in ways we are still discovering. He befriended strangers, tolerated the neighbour's grumpy cat, and greeted every single morning like it was a surprise party thrown just for him. We are endlessly grateful we got to be his people.
He was eight weeks old, golden as sunrise, and already entirely too confident for a puppy of his size. Within twenty minutes of arriving home, Charlie had inspected every room, stolen a sock, and fallen asleep on the dog bed we had specifically placed in the corner — after dragging it to the centre of the room.
Three states, two thousand kilometres, and one golden dog with his head permanently out the window. Charlie navigated every rest stop with the seriousness of a seasoned explorer, investigated every blade of grass, and arrived at every destination happier than when he left.
Every single morning for nine years, Charlie woke us with the same unbearable enthusiasm — tail wagging before his eyes were fully open, ready to make the most of another day. On his last morning, he still managed a slow wag. That was Charlie: optimistic until the very end.
It's okay to feel exactly how you're feeling right now.
"Until we meet again over the Rainbow Bridge"