Life continues to throw some curve balls at Charlie.
The good news is that we have his thyroid medication at the correct level for now, the pain medication he is on seems to help his mobility and stiffness, and his appetite is still intact.
Unfortunately, our walks are getting shorter, naps longer, and not much chasing the ball in the yard.
Charlie always seemed like a crazy, somewhat naughty, indestructible dog.
He would run for hours...jumping through the brush, crashing through the trees, chasing deer, and still need a bike ride to wind down.
We would throw his water toy into the river over and over again just to have him retrieve it, run to us, and drop it at our feet. And just as we were ready to pick it up to throw it again, he would shake his dirty wet fur in our faces...typical Charlie.
He chewed Andy's favorite Twins hat, my brand new sandals, and countless rawhide bones.
It feels like this old age came out of nowhere even though I know it has been creeping up on us for quite some time.
Our life with Char is changing.
We spend more time cuddling and massaging sore muscles and less time running and chasing balls and toys.
Our role is no longer to help him get energy out but to help him remain energetic.
We covet all the time we have with our bud and we will continue to do our part as long as we can.
He is such an important part of our family and always will be.
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