Sometimes when I look into Charlie’s deep brown eyes, I catch a glimpse of Bailey, and I long to see him once again, if only for a moment. I am reminded of all the years we spent together and all the adventures we had. And I am grateful.
Then Charlie climbs up on my lap and gently kisses my nose. I think of all the years we will share together and all the adventures we will go on, and I am grateful.
Very, very grateful.