| Location | Port Glasgow |
| Age | 8 years |
| Date of Birth | 23/01/2000 |
| Date of Death | 29/03/2008 |
| Visitors | 18,473 since 02/11/2008 |
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Charlie was a beautiful black labrador,everyone knew him,he was so friendly.He was a very fit,active dog,always on the go,so full of energy,Charlie had epilepsy but it never held him back,he was the family dog & was loved so much.Sadly in January,we found a lump at the top of his leg which turned out to be a very aggressive cancerous tumour,we tried everything to get him cured,but so sadly complications set in & we had to get him put to sleep,we didn't want our boy to suffer.I still talk to Charlie every day,the pain of losing him is still felt,but i know he'll be making someone happy wherever he is.We used to tell Charlie he was "the best dog in the world" & he was!Everyone loved him.Strangers used to come up to him in the street & ask to clap him & boy did he love it!When Charlie didn't get his own way,he used to hoof or huff at us!When asked if he had a sore paw,he would hold his paw up with big sad eyes,we always said he would make a great actor!You didn't deserve what happened to you Charlie,we will never forget you,you will live on in our hearts forever xxxxxxxxx
"Charlie,Charlieboy,Chasbo,Chas"xxxxxxx
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With Love
ββββββββGone But
ββββββββNot Forgotten
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ββββββββPut This On Your
ββββββββPage If Your Pet
βββββββ Is In
ββββββββHeaven's Garden
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Love everlasting is etched in the sands of time.
~ Sandra S. Corona
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being to timelessness as it's to time α¦♥α¦
being to timelessness as it's to time,
love did no more begin than love will end:
where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land
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love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear:
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
~ ee cummings
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Love everlasting is etched in the sands of time.
~ Sandra S. Corona
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being to timelessness as it's to time α¦♥α¦
being to timelessness as it's to time,
love did no more begin than love will end:
where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land
β¦
love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear:
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
~ ee cummings
♥βββ♥
Death is at once
The end of the body’s
Old journey
And the beginning of the soul’s
New journey.
~ Sri Chinmoy
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To Myself
Even when I forget you
I go on looking for you
I believe I would know you
I keep remembering you
sometimes long ago but then
other times I am sure you
were here a moment before
and the air is still alive
around where you were and I
think then I can recognize
you who are always the same
who pretend to be time but
you are not time and who speak
in the words but you are not
what they say you who are not
lost when I do not find you
~ W.S Merwin
♥ββββββββββββββββββ♥
God bless. xxx
Birthdays Do Not End With Death
Birthdays do not end with death,
But last as long as love,
A maelstrom of memories
That grace and honor move.
And so we celebrate your day
By visiting your grave,
A place that you have left long since,
But is all that we have.
Dear spirit, come and join us here,
Your loved ones by your stone!
Come sweep across the barrier
To claim us as your own!
Happy birthday, dearest one!
Oh, happy, happy day!
Not even the most bitter night
Can take this joy away!
Copyright Nicholas Gordon
Charlie xxx
With my pal gone
My side is bare
Just looking down
He is not there.
A heavy heart,
A saddened soul
A weight of passage
Tears untold.
Now all alone
I feel the space
Where oft my friend
Would lick my face.
Yet life goes on.
God’s outstretched hand
Sends hope through paw prints
In the sand.
Unknown
charlie
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My Boy
Oh my goodness Charlie,you have no idea how much I miss you,need to come on here more often,I miss my friends,but they look after you,Oscar's coming on holiday with us for a few days,hope he behaves!I will never stop missing you....the best boy in he world ! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
βββββββββββΰ³α¦♥α¦ΰ³ββββββββββ
~ Why Walk When You Can Fly ~
In this world you've a soul for a compass
And a heart for a pair of wings
There's a star on the far horizon
Rising bright in an azure sky
For the rest of the time that you're given
Why walk when you can fly?
~ Mary Chapin Carpenter
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~ Life ~
By one great Heart the Universe is stirred:
By Its strong pulse, stars climb the darkening blue;
It throbs in each fresh sunset’s changing hue,
And thrills through low sweet song of every bird:
By It, the plunging blood reds all men’s veins;
Joy feels that heart against his rapturous own,
And on It, Sorrow breathes her sharpest groan;
It bounds through gladnesses and deepest pains.
Passionless beating through all Time and Space,
Relentless, calm, majestic in Its march,
Alike, though Nature shake heaven's endless arch,
Or mans heart break, because of some dead face!
’Tis felt in sunshine greening the soft sod,
In children’s smiling, as in mothers tears;
And, for strange comfort, through the aching years,
Men’s hungry souls have named that great Heart, God!
~ Margaret Deland
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ββ‘β The Wings That Fly Us Home ββ‘β
There are many ways of being in this circle we call life
A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night
Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine
Is a hero’s blood more righteous than a hobo’s sip of wine
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Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away
Did you save me from an arrow, did you lay me in a grave
Were we brothers on a journey, did you teach me how to run
Were we broken by the waters, did I lie you in the sun
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I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow
I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind
I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower
I awoke with this: a flower in my hand
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I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one
In the brotherhood of creatures; who the father, who the son
The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold
Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone
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And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens
It fills the endless yearning of the soul
It lives within a star too far to dream of
It lives within each part and is the whole
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It’s the fire and the wings that fly us home
Fly us home, fly us home.
~ Words by Joe Henry, music by John Denver
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The New Year…βΏβΉβΏ
It is winter and the New Year.
Nobody knows you.
Away from the stars, from the rain of light,
you lie under the weather of stones.
There is no thread to lead you back.
Your friends doze in the dark
of pleasure and cannot remember.
Nobody knows you. You are the neighbor of nothing.
You do not see the rain falling and the man walking away,
the soiled wind blowing its ashes across the city.
You do not see the sun dragging the moon like an echo.
You do not see the bruised heart go up in flames,
the skulls of the innocent turn into smoke.
You do not see the scars of plenty, the eyes without light.
It is over. It is winter and the New Year.
The meek are hauling their skins into heaven.
The hopeless are suffering the cold with those who have nothing to hide.
It is over and nobody knows you.
There is starlight drifting on the black water.
There are stones in the sea no one has seen.
There is a shore and people are waiting.
And nothing comes back.
Because it is over.
Because there is silence instead of a name.
Because it is winter and the New Year.
~ Mark Strand ~
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