Chardonnay In Memoriam

This is a post about my family dog.  He was a West Highland White Terrier named Chardonnay, or Chardy for short.  He lived to the ripe old age of 17 and has been gone for a year.  I love and miss him every day.

This was him after we first got him.  Look how tiny and scared he looks!

I love how cute he was.

See what I mean?

I love how he would let us do ridiculous things, like put him in a box with my sister...

...and on the counter with a turkey...

...and mixed in with my stuffed animals...

...and whatever is going on here.

He wanted us to be together and was sad when we would leave, especially with luggage.

I love how he would always find a comfy place to sleep, like on a pile of laundry...

...or on his favorite perch (sorry we bugged you)...

...or this comfy sun bed.

I love how he would be my companion (or in this case Toto) when I needed him,

but he would usually only give me one chance to snap a picture, so I tried to get it right the first time.

I love how he would pop up in the funniest places in our pictures. (Example 1)

(Example 2)

I love how he could always enjoy a nice warm breeze,

long walks, 

and sunbathing.

But most of all, I just loved how sweet he was!

We love you Chardy!