|Charley is my dog. This is my last night with him. I am as sad as I can be to lose him to illness. But I know he won't mind leaving his current world in this condition. His tail still wags when approached, but he can't lick your face like he used to.|
He has been my best friend for 8 years. He would have been your best friend too, if he had met you.
Ten years ago this month I had my first attack of MS. After a year or so of moping around, my wife, Maggie, and I decided I needed an exercise partner. She was into power walks and moved much faster than I could. I used to run some before the MS and even played some hockey and squash in my day, but MS cut my ability to move fast in any activity. So getting a dog for an exercise pal seemed like a good idea.
He couldn't be a "puller" or I'd be dragged to the ground via the leash. So, naturally, I got a Red- Nosed Pit Bull.
I got him from the Cherryland Humane Society. He was recommended to me by a friend who volunteered to walk dogs during her lunchtime. Karen told me he was gentle. I went to visit him and he looked at me and I melted. His ears drooped, his lips drooped and he seemed very friendly. He had a shortened lower jaw with lots of teeth, some baby teeth, and adult teeth too. The drooping lips were a result of the shortened jaw. His brown eyes were bright and the white star on his chest made him appear regal. He had lots of muscle and I wondered about the pulling.