Charlie died last night, after spending an hour like this, in his favorite spot in the world.
My big-hearted friends J and G took him in shortly after he was rescued. He was old, skinny, had congestive heart failure, weak legs and cancer in his paw.
Not to mention, the world’s sweetest disposition. Though that was lost on Junebug, as he was also a horny old man and liked to follow her around with his nose in her butt.
He wasn’t expected to live even this long.
But sometimes a dog gets lucky, and finds people like J and G who open their homes and hearts to his sick old self. And are rewarded with love.
Rest in peace, old man.
There is a special place (in heaven? the afterworld? whatever…) for people like your friends. Bless them.
Taking in a pet with health problems can be difficult to do, especially knowing that your time with them will be short. Your friends are wonderful people and my heart goes out to them right now.
I’m sorry to hear of the loss, Zuzu.
I’m sorry. My best to both of them.
I’m so sorry to hear about the loss of this very cute dog.
Poor Charlie, and poor you and poor J & G. It’s fabulous that he was well taken care of and loved in his last few years, though.
Awww, so sorry…
I’m glad you got to love each other for a while.