But, today, and for the next few days, I'll be at my moms in Atlanta. My mom has been my rock. When we first moved to St Simons, we got my mom a precious Maltese. Karley named her Charlotte. Charlotte was the sweetest dog in the world and quickly became my mom's best friend and companion.
Charlotte went everywhere with my mom and oh, she loved Karley. She let Karley carry her like a rag doll.
When I was diagnosed, she licked the tears from my mom's eyes when she was alone crying. Charlotte slept next to mom's head every night and loved riding in the car with mom. Mom took her everywhere, even to Kroger up the street. She was so small, she fit in mom's purse. She thought she was big though, toughest thing in the world. Very protective of all of us.
My mom went to St. Simons to stay with my daughter while I was in Phoenix. My dad, as he has before, was watching Charlotte for her, the stairs are hard on her at my condo. He has a dog, Dallas, a little bigger than Charlotte. He always lets them out in the yard together and they got along just fine. It was raining yesterday, and he let them out front, where they never left the yard, until the German Shepard came out of no where.
I got a text from Karley while switching planes in Denver. "Charlotte died. Mee Maw is really sad. Do not call her".
|Karley and Charlotte at about age 3|
|Karley holding Charlotte, they loved each other so much|
|My sister loving on Charlotte|
|Karley's face the day we gave Charlotte to my mom|
|The woman who has always been my rock and me. I love you mom.|
"You, Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light."