Memorial written by Dannielle ~ Chuck's girl.
In 1998 my dad said we couldn't have a dog. June of '98 while visiting my great grandma in Clarksville we went garage sale-ing. At this one house there was a pen full of puppies. Nikki and I begged mom to let us get one. She said "No I'm sorry your dad said we couldn't have a dog.....let's get 2." So that day we looked through all the puppies. There was a white dog that Nikki got. I kept looking until I saw this chubby fluff ball that was brown and black. We brought them home and were scorned by dad. All I could think of was what am I going to name this chubby puppy? After a while I decided to name him "Chubby Chuck" mom had mentioned "what if he is skinny when he grows up? That will be a silly name for him then." So I dropped the "Chubby" and Chuck it was. In January 1999 Chuck was ran over by a semi. Dad took him to the vet and the vet told him he could probably do surgery and save him or he could be put down. Dad came home and told 12 little girls that Chuck was having surgery but he should be ok. The vet said "He will always walk with a limp and he will never run again, but he will live." Chuck had a fractured pelvis, hip, skull, and a ruptured spleen. It seemed like forever before he got to come home. With his back legs taped together and a small box made for him in the kitchen Chuck was finally home again. Dad would take him out in the morning and he would have to case the whole property before doing his business. Eventually Chuck graduated to a box on the porch, but him and his brother Alaska broke him out one night and chewed the tape off his legs. We found Chuck in the front yard the next morning.
In 2000 a dog showed up at our house. Dad, the big softy he truly is let her stay the night and she never left. Some months later Brandy had 9 puppies. Shortly after that Alaska got ran over and died. Nikki picked out a puppy from the litter and the rest were given to new homes. Eventually Jack was hit by a car and died as well. Chuck and Brandy lived happily together for a long time. They would chase rabbits and squirrels together, as well as cars. They would also go riding with me. Chuck would run in the middle of the road and only get over when he knew cars trying to pass were slow enough. There were many close calls when we were riding but Chuck didn't care. He knew it was his job to keep me safe. A few years back Brandy died of old age and Chuck wasn't doing so hot himself, he would fall over when he tried to stand and he could hardly walk. He would go a day without moving at all. I came to the realization that I should take him to the vet and have him put down. When I got there the vet said I could still put him down or I could give him medicine for his arthritis. Chuck was like a new puppy again with his medicine. For two years now we have been saying "Chuck isn't going to make it through the winter I think its time we end his suffering." But every time I would go and have "the talk" with him Chuck would look at me as if to say "Lady, are you crazy or something?" and run off like a little puppy. It has been a few years since Chuck has gone riding with me but he would always go to the end of the driveway and see me off whining that he couldn't go and waiting for my return. This year it has been harder and harder for him to get up and move around. He would have to walk sideways in order to get anywhere and he was laying around most of the time. He was losing his sight and his hearing. I would have to clap my hands for him to know where I was and for him to come to me. It had become a fight to get him to eat dog food so we did everything possible to get him to eat, even if it was a steak. Last night around 11:30 I was backing my car up to the house so I could run in and pee before heading home when I accidently ran Chuck over with my front tire. I was a wreck and he just looked at me like "What? Did I do something?" That was when I knew the time had come. If Chuck can get run over by a car and not even feel it and not even know something had happened then it was time to put him down.
I don't know how long it's been since Chuck could feel his back legs but I have a feeling it has been a while. Last night when I had "the talk" with him he just looked at me and said "Don't worry. Be grateful we got to spend a wonderful life together. And just think, I will once again be able to ride with you. I will no longer be in pain and I will no longer have to suffer. I don't blame you so don't blame yourself. Cats only get 9 lives, how many have I had? Now don't fret my child, for now is my time to continue on my journey where I will be able to chase rabbits and squirrels and frolic with all the other lost loved ones you have had in your life." So with that on my mind this morning I made the hardest call I have ever made. Around 10 I loaded Chuck up in my truck and drove the longest 6 miles to Ackley. We waited outside for the vet to be ready for us and cried together. Chuck was so calm and ok with everything. Staying strong for me knowing what was about to take place. When the time came I carried him into that little room put him on the table and waited. He was so brave that whole time not scared once. In knowing that makes it a little easier. Chuck passed away just before 11 am on June 22 2012 in my arms, near my heart where he will always belong. It saddens me to say goodbye but it brings me joy knowing he will no longer have to suffer the pain this life has brought him. I thank God for the 14 wonderful years I have had with a truly amazing dog. Rest in peace Chuck you will be missed by many and always loved.
In 1998 my dad said we couldn't have a dog. June of '98 while visiting my great grandma in Clarksville we went garage sale-ing. At this one house there was a pen full of puppies. Nikki and I begged mom to let us get one. She said "No I'm sorry your dad said we couldn't have a dog.....let's get 2." So that day we looked through all the puppies. There was a white dog that Nikki got. I kept looking until I saw this chubby fluff ball that was brown and black. We brought them home and were scorned by dad. All I could think of was what am I going to name this chubby puppy? After a while I decided to name him "Chubby Chuck" mom had mentioned "what if he is skinny when he grows up? That will be a silly name for him then." So I dropped the "Chubby" and Chuck it was. In January 1999 Chuck was ran over by a semi. Dad took him to the vet and the vet told him he could probably do surgery and save him or he could be put down. Dad came home and told 12 little girls that Chuck was having surgery but he should be ok. The vet said "He will always walk with a limp and he will never run again, but he will live." Chuck had a fractured pelvis, hip, skull, and a ruptured spleen. It seemed like forever before he got to come home. With his back legs taped together and a small box made for him in the kitchen Chuck was finally home again. Dad would take him out in the morning and he would have to case the whole property before doing his business. Eventually Chuck graduated to a box on the porch, but him and his brother Alaska broke him out one night and chewed the tape off his legs. We found Chuck in the front yard the next morning.
In 2000 a dog showed up at our house. Dad, the big softy he truly is let her stay the night and she never left. Some months later Brandy had 9 puppies. Shortly after that Alaska got ran over and died. Nikki picked out a puppy from the litter and the rest were given to new homes. Eventually Jack was hit by a car and died as well. Chuck and Brandy lived happily together for a long time. They would chase rabbits and squirrels together, as well as cars. They would also go riding with me. Chuck would run in the middle of the road and only get over when he knew cars trying to pass were slow enough. There were many close calls when we were riding but Chuck didn't care. He knew it was his job to keep me safe. A few years back Brandy died of old age and Chuck wasn't doing so hot himself, he would fall over when he tried to stand and he could hardly walk. He would go a day without moving at all. I came to the realization that I should take him to the vet and have him put down. When I got there the vet said I could still put him down or I could give him medicine for his arthritis. Chuck was like a new puppy again with his medicine. For two years now we have been saying "Chuck isn't going to make it through the winter I think its time we end his suffering." But every time I would go and have "the talk" with him Chuck would look at me as if to say "Lady, are you crazy or something?" and run off like a little puppy. It has been a few years since Chuck has gone riding with me but he would always go to the end of the driveway and see me off whining that he couldn't go and waiting for my return. This year it has been harder and harder for him to get up and move around. He would have to walk sideways in order to get anywhere and he was laying around most of the time. He was losing his sight and his hearing. I would have to clap my hands for him to know where I was and for him to come to me. It had become a fight to get him to eat dog food so we did everything possible to get him to eat, even if it was a steak. Last night around 11:30 I was backing my car up to the house so I could run in and pee before heading home when I accidently ran Chuck over with my front tire. I was a wreck and he just looked at me like "What? Did I do something?" That was when I knew the time had come. If Chuck can get run over by a car and not even feel it and not even know something had happened then it was time to put him down.
I don't know how long it's been since Chuck could feel his back legs but I have a feeling it has been a while. Last night when I had "the talk" with him he just looked at me and said "Don't worry. Be grateful we got to spend a wonderful life together. And just think, I will once again be able to ride with you. I will no longer be in pain and I will no longer have to suffer. I don't blame you so don't blame yourself. Cats only get 9 lives, how many have I had? Now don't fret my child, for now is my time to continue on my journey where I will be able to chase rabbits and squirrels and frolic with all the other lost loved ones you have had in your life." So with that on my mind this morning I made the hardest call I have ever made. Around 10 I loaded Chuck up in my truck and drove the longest 6 miles to Ackley. We waited outside for the vet to be ready for us and cried together. Chuck was so calm and ok with everything. Staying strong for me knowing what was about to take place. When the time came I carried him into that little room put him on the table and waited. He was so brave that whole time not scared once. In knowing that makes it a little easier. Chuck passed away just before 11 am on June 22 2012 in my arms, near my heart where he will always belong. It saddens me to say goodbye but it brings me joy knowing he will no longer have to suffer the pain this life has brought him. I thank God for the 14 wonderful years I have had with a truly amazing dog. Rest in peace Chuck you will be missed by many and always loved.
Memorial written by Dannielle ~ Chuck's girl.
In 1998 my dad said we couldn't have a dog. June of '98 while visiting my great grandma in Clarksville we went garage sale-ing. At this one house there was a pen full of puppies. Nikki and I begged mom to let us get one. She said "No I'm sorry your dad said we couldn't have a dog.....let's get 2." So that day we looked through all the puppies. There was a white dog that Nikki got. I kept looking until I saw this chubby fluff ball that was brown and black. We brought them home and were scorned by dad. All I could think of was what am I going to name this chubby puppy? After a while I decided to name him "Chubby Chuck" mom had mentioned "what if he is skinny when he grows up? That will be a silly name for him then." So I dropped the "Chubby" and Chuck it was. In January 1999 Chuck was ran over by a semi. Dad took him to the vet and the vet told him he could probably do surgery and save him or he could be put down. Dad came home and told 12 little girls that Chuck was having surgery but he should be ok. The vet said "He will always walk with a limp and he will never run again, but he will live." Chuck had a fractured pelvis, hip, skull, and a ruptured spleen. It seemed like forever before he got to come home. With his back legs taped together and a small box made for him in the kitchen Chuck was finally home again. Dad would take him out in the morning and he would have to case the whole property before doing his business. Eventually Chuck graduated to a box on the porch, but him and his brother Alaska broke him out one night and chewed the tape off his legs. We found Chuck in the front yard the next morning.
In 2000 a dog showed up at our house. Dad, the big softy he truly is let her stay the night and she never left. Some months later Brandy had 9 puppies. Shortly after that Alaska got ran over and died. Nikki picked out a puppy from the litter and the rest were given to new homes. Eventually Jack was hit by a car and died as well. Chuck and Brandy lived happily together for a long time. They would chase rabbits and squirrels together, as well as cars. They would also go riding with me. Chuck would run in the middle of the road and only get over when he knew cars trying to pass were slow enough. There were many close calls when we were riding but Chuck didn't care. He knew it was his job to keep me safe. A few years back Brandy died of old age and Chuck wasn't doing so hot himself, he would fall over when he tried to stand and he could hardly walk. He would go a day without moving at all. I came to the realization that I should take him to the vet and have him put down. When I got there the vet said I could still put him down or I could give him medicine for his arthritis. Chuck was like a new puppy again with his medicine. For two years now we have been saying "Chuck isn't going to make it through the winter I think its time we end his suffering." But every time I would go and have "the talk" with him Chuck would look at me as if to say "Lady, are you crazy or something?" and run off like a little puppy. It has been a few years since Chuck has gone riding with me but he would always go to the end of the driveway and see me off whining that he couldn't go and waiting for my return. This year it has been harder and harder for him to get up and move around. He would have to walk sideways in order to get anywhere and he was laying around most of the time. He was losing his sight and his hearing. I would have to clap my hands for him to know where I was and for him to come to me. It had become a fight to get him to eat dog food so we did everything possible to get him to eat, even if it was a steak. Last night around 11:30 I was backing my car up to the house so I could run in and pee before heading home when I accidently ran Chuck over with my front tire. I was a wreck and he just looked at me like "What? Did I do something?" That was when I knew the time had come. If Chuck can get run over by a car and not even feel it and not even know something had happened then it was time to put him down.
I don't know how long it's been since Chuck could feel his back legs but I have a feeling it has been a while. Last night when I had "the talk" with him he just looked at me and said "Don't worry. Be grateful we got to spend a wonderful life together. And just think, I will once again be able to ride with you. I will no longer be in pain and I will no longer have to suffer. I don't blame you so don't blame yourself. Cats only get 9 lives, how many have I had? Now don't fret my child, for now is my time to continue on my journey where I will be able to chase rabbits and squirrels and frolic with all the other lost loved ones you have had in your life." So with that on my mind this morning I made the hardest call I have ever made. Around 10 I loaded Chuck up in my truck and drove the longest 6 miles to Ackley. We waited outside for the vet to be ready for us and cried together. Chuck was so calm and ok with everything. Staying strong for me knowing what was about to take place. When the time came I carried him into that little room put him on the table and waited. He was so brave that whole time not scared once. In knowing that makes it a little easier. Chuck passed away just before 11 am on June 22 2012 in my arms, near my heart where he will always belong. It saddens me to say goodbye but it brings me joy knowing he will no longer have to suffer the pain this life has brought him. I thank God for the 14 wonderful years I have had with a truly amazing dog. Rest in peace Chuck you will be missed by many and always loved.
In 1998 my dad said we couldn't have a dog. June of '98 while visiting my great grandma in Clarksville we went garage sale-ing. At this one house there was a pen full of puppies. Nikki and I begged mom to let us get one. She said "No I'm sorry your dad said we couldn't have a dog.....let's get 2." So that day we looked through all the puppies. There was a white dog that Nikki got. I kept looking until I saw this chubby fluff ball that was brown and black. We brought them home and were scorned by dad. All I could think of was what am I going to name this chubby puppy? After a while I decided to name him "Chubby Chuck" mom had mentioned "what if he is skinny when he grows up? That will be a silly name for him then." So I dropped the "Chubby" and Chuck it was. In January 1999 Chuck was ran over by a semi. Dad took him to the vet and the vet told him he could probably do surgery and save him or he could be put down. Dad came home and told 12 little girls that Chuck was having surgery but he should be ok. The vet said "He will always walk with a limp and he will never run again, but he will live." Chuck had a fractured pelvis, hip, skull, and a ruptured spleen. It seemed like forever before he got to come home. With his back legs taped together and a small box made for him in the kitchen Chuck was finally home again. Dad would take him out in the morning and he would have to case the whole property before doing his business. Eventually Chuck graduated to a box on the porch, but him and his brother Alaska broke him out one night and chewed the tape off his legs. We found Chuck in the front yard the next morning.
In 2000 a dog showed up at our house. Dad, the big softy he truly is let her stay the night and she never left. Some months later Brandy had 9 puppies. Shortly after that Alaska got ran over and died. Nikki picked out a puppy from the litter and the rest were given to new homes. Eventually Jack was hit by a car and died as well. Chuck and Brandy lived happily together for a long time. They would chase rabbits and squirrels together, as well as cars. They would also go riding with me. Chuck would run in the middle of the road and only get over when he knew cars trying to pass were slow enough. There were many close calls when we were riding but Chuck didn't care. He knew it was his job to keep me safe. A few years back Brandy died of old age and Chuck wasn't doing so hot himself, he would fall over when he tried to stand and he could hardly walk. He would go a day without moving at all. I came to the realization that I should take him to the vet and have him put down. When I got there the vet said I could still put him down or I could give him medicine for his arthritis. Chuck was like a new puppy again with his medicine. For two years now we have been saying "Chuck isn't going to make it through the winter I think its time we end his suffering." But every time I would go and have "the talk" with him Chuck would look at me as if to say "Lady, are you crazy or something?" and run off like a little puppy. It has been a few years since Chuck has gone riding with me but he would always go to the end of the driveway and see me off whining that he couldn't go and waiting for my return. This year it has been harder and harder for him to get up and move around. He would have to walk sideways in order to get anywhere and he was laying around most of the time. He was losing his sight and his hearing. I would have to clap my hands for him to know where I was and for him to come to me. It had become a fight to get him to eat dog food so we did everything possible to get him to eat, even if it was a steak. Last night around 11:30 I was backing my car up to the house so I could run in and pee before heading home when I accidently ran Chuck over with my front tire. I was a wreck and he just looked at me like "What? Did I do something?" That was when I knew the time had come. If Chuck can get run over by a car and not even feel it and not even know something had happened then it was time to put him down.
I don't know how long it's been since Chuck could feel his back legs but I have a feeling it has been a while. Last night when I had "the talk" with him he just looked at me and said "Don't worry. Be grateful we got to spend a wonderful life together. And just think, I will once again be able to ride with you. I will no longer be in pain and I will no longer have to suffer. I don't blame you so don't blame yourself. Cats only get 9 lives, how many have I had? Now don't fret my child, for now is my time to continue on my journey where I will be able to chase rabbits and squirrels and frolic with all the other lost loved ones you have had in your life." So with that on my mind this morning I made the hardest call I have ever made. Around 10 I loaded Chuck up in my truck and drove the longest 6 miles to Ackley. We waited outside for the vet to be ready for us and cried together. Chuck was so calm and ok with everything. Staying strong for me knowing what was about to take place. When the time came I carried him into that little room put him on the table and waited. He was so brave that whole time not scared once. In knowing that makes it a little easier. Chuck passed away just before 11 am on June 22 2012 in my arms, near my heart where he will always belong. It saddens me to say goodbye but it brings me joy knowing he will no longer have to suffer the pain this life has brought him. I thank God for the 14 wonderful years I have had with a truly amazing dog. Rest in peace Chuck you will be missed by many and always loved.
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