
I know that my some of my ancestors had pets, especially dogs, but Chuck was of course special! He recognized me as being the 'alpha' dog in the family, at least that is my interpretation of his behaviours over the last eight plus years. I was the one in the family who could scratch behind his ears just the right way and rub his tummy best. But he was Ellen's constant companion, a protector who ensured that no one came to the door or even strolled past the house without knowing that a ferocious guard was keeping watch over the lady of the house.
Chuck had a mischievous side as well. Despite Facebook's rule that one had to be over 13 years of age to have an account, Chuck broke new canine ground in setting up a Facebook page, despite only being a couple of years old at the time. Chuck sent 'friend' requests to his 'brothers and sisters' who all originally accused me of being behind the Chuck on Facebook prank. Eventually it was found out that Chuck was secretly using my computer for his social media exploits and we caught him "red pawed" at the keyboard. It was through Facebook that Chuck asked our daughter, Jenna, if her female dog 'Ivey' was seeing anyone - proof that he knew the power of the net!
While I was in the hospital last fall, what was later diagnosed as a cancer appeared on his upper lip. The tumour was treated with steroids, with some initial good results at first, but of late his condition worsened. Today, on the advice of our veterinarian, Chuck passed away peacefully and quietly, finally suffering no more.
Rest in peace, little pal. And, thanks.