I’ve written about our upstairs neighbors in other posts, like Apartment House Snowball Fight; A Great Jewish Christmas Tradition. It’s been just what I didn’t even know I wanted but did–that our relationship as neighbors with daughters about the same age in the building often means a blurrier and blurrier line between our households. We live in the same tier as they– in the 3rd floor three-bedroom, directly below their identical 4th floor three-bedroom apartment. Our girls wander in and out of our respective apartments. Our neighbors often send a small bowl of cookies or something they cooked down to us; or they invite us to come for dinner at the last minute and we do the same.
Their sweet old dog, Charlotte is often petted by us and by others in the hall on her way out and then back in the building– before and after a walk. In recent years, growing weary of the stairs to their top-floor apartment and growing more and more blind, she would often wander into our apartment if our door was open.
We got word Charlotte died today. Earlier this week, when our friends had made the difficult decision and knew the end was near, they invited us to a pizza party–at which Charlotte was the guest of honor. We humans ate pizza and Charlotte got all the crusts she wanted. (A favorite of hers.) We all gave her lots of love and petting — which she had had throughout her life.
Our friends’ daughter, A. lives in the two households of amicably divorced parents; the household upstairs and one a neighborhood over. She cried hard as she was leaving to go to her other house for the night and we were heading downstairs. She wasn’t the only one to cry. Goodbye, sweet, doggie neighbor, Charlotte. We miss you.