My shadow, my tag-a-long, my beautiful pile of floof who went with me to hospice to visit with my mom, and brought joy to a few others there - my sweet old soul. Charman - his name was Charlie from his previous owner, but I had a bearded named Charlie, so Charman became his forever name. He came to me at 6 - in that 6 years before our home he had been rehomed three times. I will never understand why - he was the sweetest soul. He would have been 12 this summer, but severe osteoarthritis caught up, complications arose and he died at home this morning.
I'm heartbroken. In the last couple of years, he finally realized he wasn't going anywhere and started to snuggle with me while I sat on my laptop. I've had many cats in my life, but Charm was unique, my heart cat.
