Tuesday, January 6, 2009

My buddy

My dog, Dakota, died last week while Kelly and I were in Memphis for the ECU bowl game. He was a special dog. I'll never forget when I brought him home to my folks' house for the first time...My dad bought me and my brother a house about a week later. I miss him a lot.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

The hardest part for me is that I did not get to tell him goodbye and I took it for granted that I would see him again after the holidays. Dakota was my first grand dog and I loved him. He was sweet and handsome. There is a hole in my heart.
Grannie Annie

Sara said...

i remember the first time i met him. you brought him over to my parents house in your dakota truck. he was a good friend to you, charola.

andreak said...

i'm a friend of nicole's and stumbled on your recent blog entry and i am so incredibly sorry.
my heart is broken for you!
the loss of a pet is so painful...
i so believe he is in heaven though and that you will see him again and that i will get to meet him one day.

Rebecca said...

Charlie, I couldn't believe it when Kelly told me about Dakota. I will never forget the week I spend taking care of him when we lived two houses down from each other. He was definitely as special and beautiful dog. I've been thinking about you. love you

Jenny said...

oh, charola, this makes me so sad! i hate that you didn't get to say goodbye, but hopefully you'll just remember the good times with him when he was his happiest. i'm so sorry for you...
hope lily's doing okay.