It’s been a little over two weeks since Charlotte left us. I’m doing well, but I miss her terribly.

Tonight, I sat in the floor of my living room with the intention of trying that new gadget Pedi Paws out on Kelci, my German Shepherd. I was set to trim her nails and was studying the gadget closely. Then I looked up, and she simply licked me from lips to nose. (Needless to say, my little experiment was over.) I had to go wash. And this reminded me a Charlotte story. (I’ll try not to get carried away with these, but I make no promises.)

Before she hurt her back, I would let Charlotte sleep with me sometimes. She would cuddle close at first, then head to the foot of the bed for the rest of the night. Most nights, I would forget she was there.

This was the case one night when I had to get up to pee. I woke up and headed to the bathroom. I got back into bed trying to decide if I was awake or still sleepy. At this point, I had forgotten Charlotte was in bed with me.

Not only was she in bed with me, she was sitting at my head. Quietly. I decided I was still sleepy and stretched and yawned big. Charlotte decided this was the perfect opportunity to show me how much she loved me because she licked. Right.on.my.tongue.

I gagged. I coughed. I cussed. A lot. I got up and brushed my teeth and tongue for a long, long time. Then I got back into bed and forgave her. She was just cute like that.