Charlie is a story of love and bonding between the author and her Golden Retriever, Charlie, until his death and beyond.
Although she loved dogs all her life, Lambert was never allowed to have one as a child. As an adult, she filled her life with dogs.
She and her husband had two dogs, a two-year-old Golden Retriever and a one-year-old Afghan Hound, when one day they walked into a pet store and saw Charlie.
Charlie didn’t quite have a purebred look and he was thirteen weeks old, much older and larger than pet store dogs usually are. But somehow Lambert and Charlie had a connection besides having the same birthday. The next day she went back to the pet store and bought him.
I wanted to like this book. I really did. I love dogs. I love books. But reading it became a depressing chore to me.
Through his whole life she tells us that Charlie had many physical problems. Puppy mill dog? Probably. But you don’t love your dog any less because of his origin.
The book is comprised of excerpts from her journal, starting in 2001 when Charlie was eleven-years-old and it ends with his death at age fourteen.
Through these final years Charlie has one minor and life threatening condition after another, including bouts with cancer and removal of an eye. She recounts each in great detail with fear and determination not to lose him at any cost because (of course we all understand) she really loves this dog.
Although she mentions earlier happy times with Charlie, I wish she had brought in more of these times instead of the unrelenting sadness that was the overall tone of the book.
This book has had good reviews. I wish I could give it one.