It may seem silly to those who have never owned a pet to hear someone refer to them as a family member or a best friend. Until you have a pet enter your life, it is one joy that you and in my opinion, will sadly miss out on.
I’m going to focus on the animal that has long been considered as a man’s best friend and in case you hadn’t guessed what animal, it is the trusted canine aka the dog. Or in this case our boy, affectionally known as snaggletooth, baby boy, poopy tiger, stinky butt, but his given name was Charlie.
It’s been difficult and still is, without tearing up whilst try to find any words that can tell everyone how much Charlie meant to us, that he was the one dog who comes into your life and leaves a special place in your heart. All dogs we have in our lifetimes will be remembered fondly, but there is always that one furbaby who shines above and holds that pedestal, I guess you could call it.
Charlie was a dog to whom we bonded with straightaway when we saw him at the rescue centre. It was clear he had chosen us as his hoomans to adopt and we were informed he refused to eat anything for the first day after our visit, our last visit before being informed he was ours, the staff were getting concerned as he was refusing all food – turned out he just missed us.
He was a constant companion and always made us laugh, from his post poop zoomies around the the house, his love of popcorn chicken and prawn crackers, the backchat when told off, his sulking when my parents left after a visit, being besotted with any westie he saw. He also loved to be told he was a beautiful boy and wagged his tail when you are so beautiful was sung to him. He opened his own present at Christmas and insist in inspecting the shopping bags, only then could the shopping be put away. Charlie hated anyone swearing and would always run off upstairs.
He was a great nurse, when we first got him I was really poorly with a chest infection and it affected my asthma causing an attack. Charlie detected the attack was happening, gave me his paw until we made eye contact and he somehow knew that my breathing needed to be controlled so he changed his breathing and wouldn’t stop pawing until mine matched his. Quite a clever boy, he knew when I had a headache or migraine and would rest his head on the area that hurt. He knew when you were upset and tried to make you smile or laugh.
I could just go on and on about Charlie, his character, how much people loved him when they met him, how he has affected others and how much we love him but you’d be here forever reading.
Sadly our baby boy passed over rainbow bridge on 27th January 2022 at the age of 9 after a deterioration of a couple of weeks. He had blood tests and an ultrasound which led to an emergency surgery to remove a mass on the spleen in hope it would stop a full rupture. However, sadly it was discovered that the mass was a tumour, his bile ducts, pancreas and liver were all full of tumours and the kindest thing we could do was to let Charlie pass. We said our goodbyes but not in way we wanted as he was still under from anaesthetic – it was kinder to keep him under then bring him round and have him in pain just so he could be conscious for us to say bye. It was one of the toughest decisions we’ve had to make, even though it was the right one.
So until the day we meet again, I hope Charlie is running around in a place where it rains popcorn chicken, having all the fuss he wants and is finally able to catch a squirrel.
I’ve included a little video of some photos. It was difficult to pick as we have so many of Charlie and every one holds a special memory.
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