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Charlie's not dead yet. He'll live as long as there is someone to read this essay.
My dog died 5 weeks ago. I can still hear him padding out to the kitchen to slurp up his early morning water fix. He won't really die until nobody can hear him.
Anyway, this essay will outlive us all. It's beautifully written -- Charlie is for me a living, breathing dog. I thank you.