He was an amazing dog and he loved us so much, especially his daddy. 
 Here they are together the first day we bought him home.  Look at those feet. 
We can't help but wonder how he would be with Miles.  He would love Miles, he might also knock him over, but he'd love him nonetheless. 

We have his ashes in our bedroom on the side of the room where he used to sleep.  I know it might sound stupid or cheesy to some, but still feel like he's here with us.  I had a vivid dream where I felt like I was awake and he was laying in bed with me, I could smell him and even feel his coat on my hands.  I swept the hallway the other day and found a huge clump of dog hair, not uncommon around here but not like Milo's hair.  This was Charlie's. Mr. said the cleaning lady obviously wasn't doing her job well enough.  That can't be the case because we ripped up the old flooring in our laundry and storage area and put new flooring down, the hair came from there... how did it get there.  Very strange in my opinion. 

I miss our Charlie Boy so very much.  I still blame myself for his accidental death and tell him I'm sorry on an almost daily basis. 

Just like I told him every single day... You were the best big white dog I've ever had. 

RIP Charlie