Charlie was a gentle, loving dog and one of your first and best friends. One of the challenges I face is being honest with you about what happened to him without upsetting you unnecessarily. I could do what most people do and tell you that he went to live on a farm somewhere and/or that he’s up in doggy heaven but I know that the former is not true and I don’t believe in heaven of any kind so it would be dishonest for me to tell you a story along those lines.
So what I’ve chosen to do is simply not discuss it unless you bring it up. And when you do (e.g. when we move back to Miami, which is where he was living at the time of his passing, and you ask why he’s not at grandma and grandpa’s house) I’m going to tell you that I’ll explain exactly what happened to him when you’re a little older and leave it at that.
Life is tough sometimes. Don’t ever forget that and make sure to squeeze every last bit of life from every moment of every day. That’s easier said than done, admittedly, but times like these remind of just how crucial this mindset truly is.