If you’ve ever wondered why Charlie has the middle name of “Ross”, this is the story.
My best friend, who died in 2006 before I got Abi and Charlie later in 2006, was an only child and named after her father. Her name was Charlyce. Her father’s name was Charlie Ross. So it was in tribute to her.
I knew what his name was going to be even before I brought him home with me.
Charlie wakes me up in the morning, letting me know he wants to go out. Then afterward we tend to go back to bed for a little bit so I can fully wake up.
We spend a lot of time on this couch because it is where I work on my laptop. Charlie will either be on his bed on the right side of me. Or squeezed in on the left side of me.
It is rather comical to see him get into place on the left side. I always leave about a foot of space for him. But what’s funny is the way he chooses to get himself settled.
First he turns his back on the ottoman, and then he scoots himself backward into place. Once he gets going I generally lift him up and help him the rest of the way. I guess because he looks so awkward getting into his spot.
Charlie is a happy boy.
If his tummy is upset, he chomps on the pineapple sage on the patio. It is okay for him to eat this, just not in huge amounts. I watch him, so that will not happen.
I think some of his tummy upset is simply because Charlie really likes to eat. I’m sure he’s gained weight lately.
This is a boy who really likes his dog food.
He enjoys being out on the patio with me.
While I’m tending to plants, he likes to weave in and out of the pots and containers to get to the back, where he probably is catching the scent of squirrels.
If it’s a slow day and there are no squirrels to get excited about, he might chase the birds just for something to do.
I worry about him being bored because he never quite caught on to playing with dog toys. I have a big box in the closet that he won’t have a thing to do with.
When I’ll tell him it’s time to go in, he goes right inside with me.
Charlie eats his meals twice per day, and snacks on hard dog food. He eats at the same time I eat, because that’s what he prefers.
I give him about a teaspoon or so of food at a time.
As I sit at the table to eat, his plate is on the floor next to me.
Since he only has two teeth, he uses that long tongue of his to gather food into his mouth.
The food he eats is prescription food. The soft food has tiny bits of carrots in it. He always manages to leave the carrots on the plate.
In the evening, I will ask if he’s ready for what I call his “goodie.” Of course he is, but I still always say it. These are chewables of joint pain relief and the liver tablets the vet said he needed last time we were there.
Maybe the joint pain relief chewables are helping, because he hasn’t limped in a month or so. And he was having quite a bit of trouble there for awhile.
The liver tablets stink to high heaven.
I divide the soft chewables into a smaller form for him. He laps them both right up off a plate I put down for him.
If something is chewable he’s going to eat it. But he is a pain when I have to give him other types of medicine.
Lately he’s been having allergy problems and has been coughing a lot. So I give him children’s liquid allergy medicine with a little dropper the vet gave me.
At night I turn the lights off and start singing the little song to him that I made up after Abi died. I pet him while I sing and he seems comforted. It is our nightly ritual.
My Charlie is a sweet boy. He will be 12 on September 18. Oddly enough, that date was my best friend’s birthday. The friend he is named for.
I was so surprised when I found out that his birthday was the very same day that I cried right then and there.
She had been gone since May and this was just before the end of the year. What are the odds that they would have the exact same birthday?
Charlie may be a senior now, but he will always be my baby. And he is very, very much loved.