Wednesday afternoon we had to say goodbye to this beautiful girl.
Charlie was one month shy of her 9th birthday.
Charlie was adopted by my sister when she was just a baby (2007). When my sister, who also had an 8 month old boy, realized just how much work a dog that would grow to be Charlie's size was going to be, she asked me if I knew anyone that might want to adopt her. As it turned out, I did.
My mother in law had a soft spot for great danes. She quite willingly took Charlie when she was just 8 weeks old. When we delivered her to her new home, the little goofball promptly fell in the pool. Twice.
She was my mother in laws dog through and through. Due to a physical disability my mother in law wasn't able to take Charlie for training, so we did. She graduated top of her class. Charlie had a deep and abiding love of my husband and would have done anything he asked of her.
Around the age of 2 Charlie suffered what would be a life altering setback. She developed Wobbler's Syndrome. Wobbler's sounds made up, but it is a condition in which the spinal cord and nerves are compressed by malformed vertebrae. This can cause limb weakness, paralysis, loss of muscle mass, and pain. It looked like Charlie wouldn't make it her 3rd birthday.
Somehow, she persevered. She walked and played. She ran and romped. It was a doggie size miracle.
Then tragedy struck again. My mother in law suffered a series of strokes that landed her in the hospital, then a nursing home. She was barely the same person anymore. Charlie languished without her mommy. After an interminable 8 months my mother in law passed away in September of 2012.
My father in law, now living alone, never wanted a dog. Or any pets for that matter. He worked a lot and began neglecting Charlie. For the next 3 years Charlie spent far too much time outside alone, she had little contact or human stimulation. None of the rest of the family was able to take her in as our places of residence forbade it. We spent as much time with her as we were able, but noticed she was beginning to lose weight. My father in law had been feeding her cheap food that she had no interest in. Charlie had never been a heavy Dane, only ever weighing about 110 pounds, but it looked like she was wasting away. She developed an eye infection that he never even noticed, and the rest of took her to the vet. It was truly deplorable. My mother in law would have kicked his ass for treating her beloved dog like that.
During these three years, he also neglected a beautiful african gray parrot by not keeping the cage clean and feeding him the variety of food he required to maintain his health. Shadow had a stroke. My niece and I had to take him to the vet and make the decision to have him euthanized. I loved that bird and he loved me.
Fast forward. In 2014 my father in law met a new women. He kept her a secret from the family, even though we ALL wanted him to meet someone and move on with life.
His secret obsessive relationship with her affected us all. Mostly Charlie, as it meant he was home even less. He mostly moved in with new woman, even though he didn't tell anyone, leaving Charlie behind. After a WHILE he got he renter for his house, the renter actually took pretty good care of our girl. Charlie put some weight back on and seemed a bit happier. This in no way excuses his treatment of her.
In July of 2015, he married new woman. AND DIDN'T TELL HIS OWN SON. But that is a post for another day. We received a call stating that he was moving in 2 weeks and we had to find Charlie a new home or he was dropping her off at a shelter. Who does that? Charlie had never been socialized properly and didn't like other animals. No one was going to take an animal aggressive geriatric great dane with spinal issues. Not even dane rescues would take her. Our sweet girl had a bleak future.
My sister in law, whom I have often not seen eye to eye with, took Charlie in. Bringing her zoo total to 1 cat, 3 dogs, and 4 rabbits. Charlie finally had the life she deserved. She had a cushy bed in her own room, as much quality food as she could eat, blankets to snuggle in. She learned how to play fetch at 8 years old, she got regular baths and felt silky for the first time in years. My sister in law gave her a good life in what would ultimately end up being hospice care. For that I'll be forever grateful.
Over the past few weeks Charlie's Wobbler's got progressively worse. A family decision was made that if she was suffering, it was time. So on April 20th 2016, we took her in and had our beautiful girl euthanized. We gave her treats, she got lots of scritches and tons of kisses. We sat on the floor with her while she went to sleep, all of our hands petting her and our voices telling her she was a good girl.
I can only imagine how ecstatic she must have been to be with her mommy again. We're going to miss our beautiful girl. I'm going to miss her floppy ears and moose legs, her lopsided gallop and Wookie whine.
Have a better life, free of pain. We miss you.