“I can’t breatheeeeeee without you and I have to”
I know it is nerdy but It is on repeat in my head and it is by far the best line I can sing, so I am probably never going to like it again.
I think about Charlie (my former Cavalier King Charles Spaniel) the most when I am alone which I am now, which is why I cannot get the song out of my head.
Whenever I go into my backyard it’s worse. We bought Charlie a fruit Fig tree. This is not those Australian-native massive fig trees, it only gets to 3 metres tall which is exactly what we need in the yard of our new home.
Exactly where I used to sit with Charlie at my feet I now sit with the Fig tree straight ahead. I will it to grow and be strong. And I worry it will one day take out the fence… Have we planted it too close?
And most of all. I wish Charlie could see it with me. Sniff it maybe.
And I would scratch is neck and hug him tight…
Or maybe that would be macabre. “There Charlie – that is where we will bury you”.
Now I start to think of the future. If this stays on the web forever and someday someone reads it. Will they come and dig him up? ‘The dog of social media’. That would make me so angry. Charlie lived his life unassumingly. Happy to sit behind you or go to sleep nearby – that is a trait of the breed. And it was one of my favourite things about Charlie.
Cavaliers were bred to be lapdogs, to sit with ladies during their portrait painting or needlepoint. Queen Victoria had a couple. Her favourite was Dash and I have to post here the inscription on his memorial.
“Here lies Dash, the favorite spaniel of Her Majesty Queen Victoria, by whose command this memorial was erected.
He died on the 20thDecember 1840 in his ninth year. His attachment was without selfishness, his playfulness without malice, his fidelity without deceit.
Reader, if you would live beloved and die regretted, profit by the example of Dash.”
But for the name, this could be Charlie.