It's been a few weeks and I took this one pretty hard.
We had to put Mr. Charlie down.
His liver has been bad for about 2 years but we gave him plenty of water and he had his daily supplement. I had him convinced it was a snack.
If you knew Charlie you knew he was a snacker.
He wasn't the cleanest dog, he would bite you if you got between him and his food. he would pee in the house sometimes and he had gas that would make a statue leave the room, but he was Mr. Charlie and he had a personality that would make up for any of those flaws.
He was a magnet for the girls. Ted would take him to the beach and would use Charlie to lure in the ladies. It worked 50% of the time very well, the other 50% is when he would see a girl he would pass some gas and the deal was OFF.
One girl in particular came over and he gassed and she turned ,giggled, and turned back and continued to pet him. She looked up at Ted and said it was OK these things happen.
Ted should have proposed to her right on the spot!
His kidney is what did him in.
He was my morning guy. He put some time in with me loading my van, taking out the trash and recyclables and other morning chores. When done I would give him a snack and he knew it too.
Take care Mr. Charlie, I know there is a big grassy field somewhere with concrete pads and sun rays where they can lay without any hassles. That's where all the pets go, they sleep in the sun and get snacks whenever they want.
A real dogs and cats life.
Tim
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