Originally posted by Natalie Ann
You remember how much Charles loved that pooch, Jeans? Well, almost two years ago Charles learned that his brother in Oregon had terminal cancer and
was not expected to live much longer. Charles and the little dog (darn! I can't remember it's name) bundled into the van and began the long drive
north to Oregon to visit his brother and family (Charles did not like to fly in commercial aircraft).
During the time spent in Oregon, Charles' brother fell in love with that tiny dog... and as always, quietly doing more for others than for himself,
Charles kissed his beloved doggie goodbye and left him with the brother to ease the pain of dying. No, it was not Charles' initial intention to do
so... but although it broke his heart to leave that tiny companion behind, he knew the joy his brother would receive.
I believe Charles' brother lived over a year after that dog arrived. There wasn't a time I visited Charles that we did not talk about that teensie
canine. I could tell he missed it terribly. But never did he regret having given up his companion in order that his brother might end life assisted
by that tiny ball of joy, that little dog.
BTW little dog lives on with the family in Oregon.
[Edited on 2-28-2006 by Natalie Ann] |