Final Days |
Charlie’s Eulogy
A loved
life, regardless of physical size, leaves a big hole; this is how it was dug.
Scout Lovat
was born on September 22nd 2009, in a litter of five to a breeder of
MiniFoxies who kept all of his dogs inside with him. He was one of three with
the naturally stumped tail and the little hook of hair on the end. The breeder
told me that we could have him cheap because he had too many freckles in his
coat for him to be any good for showing. There was a much prettier pup in the
pack but we were told that Scout was the one who always came and sat beside
him, that convinced us. The Lovat part of his pedigree name was in honour of
the 15th Lord Lovat whose estate was Beaufort Castle on the Beauly
river in Inverness-shire. The breeder had served in the Lovat Scouts (Special
Service Brigade) and landed on Sword beach in Normandy under Lord Lovat’s
command. He told us that he owed his life to the commander’s courage as they
landed. On our travels to Portsmouth we saw the Overlord tapestry in the D’Day museum
that had a portrait of this much admired gentleman but Charlie was not allowed
in to pay his respects. He was scurried back to safe harbour, the Watford
Rectory when we took the night crossing to Normandy, avoiding the distress of
being locked in a cage on the car deck with a muzzle on, so he didn’t see the
memorial to his name sake at Sword beach either. This was an overwhelming
legacy for such a timid little pup although he grew into courage.
General - Commando commander Lovat - Sword Beach Normandy |
On arrival after purchase - what a fun day. |
That day was a big day for Charlie, he left the house he was born in for the first time, went outside for the first time and he left his mother and siblings for the first time. His stress response to all of this was to dribble down our arms in the car, at a visit to the cousies and until we had been settled at home for an hour or two. He would always hate the car – he got carsick. If he thought we were taking him somewhere he would start doing big circles just out of reach. He couldn’t bear to be away but made it quite clear that he did not agree with our plans. Every time we went to NZ for a few weeks, I would drive him out to the Berryman Kennels where the small dogs got to play together in a huge outside area everyday, and Holly’s mum knew to put his blanket over him at night. Every time he would vomit in my car and would feel very sorry for himself. He never did coming home because Petal would come out and sit beside him.
Visiting Petal in lockdown, Nana's knee to Windemere, Getting Chaz's passport checked in Dover. |
That is how he traveled around Europe, in a car nest between the girls or on the knee of the front seat passenger. He particularly like Nana’s knees when we drove out to the Lake District. He liked the vans we hired sometimes, better because the seats were deeper and flatter. His pet passport was stamped a few times over the years. Thanks to Jet Pets, he came across to Cambridge once we were settled, double the price upon return but that is another story. This was a condition of Petal’s cooperation for our shift there.
But before those adventures he had Sydney life with his cousie dogs, Buster and Oscar, Nana’s dog’s Tess and Lucy and his best buddy Boobaa from the Holman Household. Mini foxies are a cross between a fox terrier and a whippet, the breed is an Aussie one and had a range of variations in shape and size at this stage. Charlie had the narrow snout and legs of the whippet and his back legs shook for many reasons just like the whippet. He was also fast and could out run everything in the small dog park. He shone with glee, flying across the grass with a pack of dogs behind him – his nose straight as an arrow as the rest of his body curled up and stretched out straight in huge leaps forward. The girls were horrified one day as he came back to us, leaping over a freshly coiffured white pomeranian to get onto the wooden platform they were sitting on. Using the back of the white dog for a last thrust as he jumped, it was rolled into a large mud puddle. Hmm, Charlie was pleased with his speediness and leapt down, pushing the dog over again to go for another few rounds. The girls were left spluttering apologies as the owner of the mud ball tried to catch it, but it raced away after Chaz. It would need another bath.
Come on throw the ball - Yep I'm on it - Got it - Park in Watford. |
But I don't like it! Bathing my toys is just as bad but hanging them to dry is worse! |
Once he was running for his life! Although with us he was the gentlest of souls he had a large rage inside him. This was directed at the postman, lizards, squirrels and the Labrador two houses down in Cambridge. But none of these prompted a speedy escape. From his guard position at the front windows in every house he ever spent time in he would bark to sound the alarm of approaching enemy. Our poor postmen very bravely approached the front door. He would stand for hours in baking sun staring at the place he saw a lizard disappear and whine until the bin was shifted – circling it so we couldn’t catch him to let the reptile run to a safer place. It took two of us to save each one. I never believed that dogs communicated beyond smells and sniffs until an American serviceman renting a few houses down tried to introduce his Labrador to Chaz. Charlie walked up quite happily, the lab shook his head in a weird way and suddenly the hairs down Charlies back were up at attention and he let out a deep growl. The Lab looked over to him with all I can call a roll of the eyes and growled back. From then on every time Charlie saw him he would try to leap off his lead or nearly smash the glass in the windows barking hysterically. The American said once to me that he just had small dog syndrome, I replied that so far Charlie’s instincts of character had been excellent. We didn’t talk a lot after that. Squirrel chasing was his favourite sport in the UK. Once he ran out on a willow limb hanging way over the Cam. The squirrel leapt from the ends of the willow branches across to another tree and down, I had sudden visions of him following and me having to jump into the Cam to rescue this non-swimming dog, thankfully he realised his limitations and trotted back down the branches as if he was at home negotiating the stairs instead of in an enormous Willow tree.
I can see free range chickens over there! Lizard - I see you! Where is the mouse Sharnie? |
His speedy
escape was bought on by play. Stourbridge common was a favourite off leash place
we took Charles for walks. It is said to be the oldest market fair site in England
and small herds of cows often had free range. Charlie did not care for the
cows, walking behind us whenever one got a bit close. But the long grass was a
perfect home for all sorts of rodents and Chaz loved to hunt. Often in summer
time, as the heavily seeded grass heads attracted the local house mouse, Charlie
would spend 30 – 40 mins on his back legs hopping around and pouncing when a
whiskery nose would show itself. He met all sorts of friendly dogs to play with
in this space then one autumn a puppy Irish wolf hound leapt at him with both
paws showing that it wanted to play. Unfortunately this 6mth baby was a giant
to our tiny 6yr old and the crash onto Charlie’s back hurt. He was off leash
and took off running. Laeticia took off in pursuit with calls of apologies following
her. She was no match for Charlie’s speed and soon she had lost visual contact.
At the river bank she asked the people in moored longboats but no one had seen
a small dog running past. Laeticia rang Dad at home. He pulled on his coat and opened
the door only to see Charlie running up the driveway to our house. Clever boy
remembering the route of three blocks and a huge common to get home. Luckily
the Labrador wasn’t out and about. That evening he lay down with a grunt and seemed
to be in pain. The vet x-rayed him and said that there was a break in his spine.
My heart dropped, seeing massive dollar signs but the whole operation, drugs,
recovery and follow-up appointments were cheaper than any vet bill I had paid
in Aussie ever! It is a small wonder that he didn’t paralyze himself running
home. The arthritis that soon made this weakness a home stopped his carefree
sprints and froze up his back hips over his last couple of years.
Catching a spot of sun in Cambridge. Nesting for warmth in a Sydney winter. |
What about all you guys? Am I going by myself? You smell right, thank goodness that is over. |
Getting to England and back were probably the worst days of his life. He had a lovely holiday with Nana, Tess and Lucy then was packed into a plastic box with a bit of his blanket and a jacket on. He was loaded up into a Qantas flight where there are special areas of cabin pressure space for live animal transportation. He was unloaded at Bangkok, feed, watered and given a walk – the crate hosed out then loaded back in for the long haul to Heathrow. We got the exciting call that Charlie was about to land so headed out to Animal Arrivals to wait with other expectant families. Their dogs all came out and still we were waiting. Finally we were told by an embarrassed official that Qantas had lost … (all our heads started buzzing) … Charlie’s veterinary check papers so he couldn’t be admitted to the UK. Luckily they had no intention of sending him back, we just had to wait until a vet could come and check him and run some tests. 3 hours later Charlie came through the doors straining on his leash happy to lick any face that was presented but he had his eyes firmly on the grass outside. The girls took him out and he let go of all he had been holding in. He seemed to actually recognise us after that. As an apology, Qantas gave us his Pet passport that would have cost us £200 and was required for taking him in and out of the UK. The return trip was also problematic. He had to have a blood test to prove that he didn’t have rabies before being allowed back into Australia. Unfortunately the vet told us that small dogs respond to the test badly. He failed three times. We had to leave him in the care of Lulu and Chester, R and the Rev and wait for the next test and results before we could OK Jet Pets to book a flight and pick him up. Thankfully he eventually passed and arrived in Sydney at last. After two weeks quarantine, a vet check and a bill we were allowed to go out to Eastern Creek and collect him. This time he knew us straight away. We were told though that his favourite monkey, which had travelled with him, had to be cleaned for the sum of $300 or burnt. He came bounding into his old house as if he had never been away, gave Sharna, who had spent the UK years with Nana and had a few weeks to accustom herself back to the house, a sniff and went on an inspection tour. We hadn’t enjoyed the weeks of unpacking stored furniture, arguing with the real estate co that had failed to secure the bond of tenants that put holes in ceilings and walls and hair dye stains on vanities and waiting to see if and when he would be back.
Corf Castle, Another church with Lulu, Chester and the Rev, Not Stone Henge - promise. |
I prefer boats - or hovercrafts! |
The only
time Charlie ever dug holes was in the last month of his life. First to bury
food that he couldn’t eat and to get rid of a fish toy that started flipping
whenever it was moved. For some reason Chaz took a hatred to it and buried it a
few times in different places. His little paws and long nails were put to good
use unwrapping parcels, this was one of his favourite activities. We know he
couldn’t read but somehow he never dug into any presents around the Christmas
tree unless they were addressed to him. This made us wonder if dog toy manufacturers
put a dog pheromone into their toys so Charlie could smell them through the wrapping.
Another seasonal game he loved to play before his back accident, was party
balloon bounce. He could keep a balloon in the air for over 5 minutes and would
bark(a rarity) in a squeak of delight if you rallied with him.
Get rid of that burny thing so I can have cheese (2yrs), Still interested in parcels at 14yrs - last b-day. |
Chaz’s
favourite food was cheese for a long while. He would sit in the kitchen when I
made tea then do a little gallop on the spot if I pulled out the cheese bag. After
having people around for lunch one day we had to leave in a hurry for another special
occasion we left the remnants of a cheeseboard on the table, everything was
eaten but we found ¼ of a camembert wheel on the back doorstep – he had sated
his desire and after that was never quite as enthusiastic for cheese again.
Luckily there were no digestion issues! When he was still a pup he woke up crying
in the night. I went down to the laundry and couldn’t settle him. He seemed to
be in pain. I let him settle down with me in the spare bed but he kept
squirming and whimpering. Eventually I took him to the night vet, nervously
waiting for some terrible diagnosis. The vet came out laughing and said it was
just gas, he’d injected a pain killer and nature would take its course. After
his back surgery intestinal gas also caused regular pain so he had to go on a
diet with reduced fat – good bye cheesy treats! At least he was still allowed
the occasional cat biscuit which he thought were lollies. Any kind of roasted
meat was by far his favourite, after being told he only had one or two weeks to
live he got roasted beef and chicken every day – so he lived for another 3
months and broke my grocery budget.
There were certain things that he really enjoyed, cuddling up for an afternoon nap while I read was my favourite. Cat biscuits seemed to be like lollies to him. His favourite game was tug, we always got sick of it first. If you let go of the toy between you he would calmly walk towards you and plop it back into your hand again and wait breathing through his nose until your spirit breaks. Right from little he also loved chasing the lazer pointer. He never had to have rainy walks. Someone would just stand in the middle of the house and move the spot up and down the stairs, in and out of rooms, even just from the front door to the back. We had to stop to give him a rest, he would never give up. He knew the drawer that it was kept in and when we were working in the study he would stand pointing to it until someone got the hint.
This is his Sydney waiting podium, in Cambridge it was our bedroom or study double windows. He could hear Nana's car from the bottom of the hill. He could hear but not see his people on zoom. |
Charlie was
a small dog of small brain and fierce devotion. Every return to the house was
greeted with toys and smellings of great joy. If you were settled in one place
doing something he had to have a place to watch you do it or sleep beside you.
He loved lockdown and developed a routine that spent time with all his favourite
people. Petal was the person he followed around the most and loved going up to
her room early in the morning to snuggle until she got up. M was the boss of
the pack and he would trot proudly beside him when he was working outside as if
his efforts were very important. When the girls walked with him he was very
protective and would snarl at strangers and other dogs, when M or I were there
he was friendly to other dogs and went his merry way undisturbed. He had
excellent intuition and knew who would treat him well. When Brad entered his
life he couldn’t believe that he had another boy human to idolise, he kept his
ball away from everyone else and would only let Brad play with it, if someone
else picked it up to throw it for him he would pick it up and go to Brad with it,
if Brad stopped wanting to play he would bury the ball under the pile in the
toy basket and sit adoringly at his feet.
I'm only doing this to make you happy right - OK time's up! |
Being told that he had Lymphona after a lump was discovered when in for his annual teeth clean was rotten. We were told that with chemo he could last 3-6months, without it 1-2 weeks. It is hard to put your own needs aside and think about what is best for the animal. He would hate going into the vet every week for treatment and the nausea that it would have brought so we decided against the Chemo. Our wonderful vet, Sonya Bains at Hills Animal Hospital, kept him going on morning steroids, kids panadol and an analgesic in the evenings for pain and sleep. He was a tough wee fellow, it was three months before the burning temps in his belly needing ice wrapped in a towel and vanished muscle around his hips and shoulders were making it tiring for him to stand told us it was time to call Dr Rainbow. In the end a company called Rest your Paws came and helped him to forever sleep in his own nest and took him to be cremated (QR coded to ensure the ashes weren't mixed up). A very difficult thing to do. We were warned that the happy drug, to relax him and take away any pain of the catheter might be enough to stop his little heart, because of the murmur he had developed but it just wouldn't give up. Eventually it stilled and the life we loved so much was gone.
He gave us
so much love and only really wanted his dinner, the odd chicken neck and our company
in return.
Got to be doing the work, Yes I'll just put this Cadbury bear into the boot for you, Me sniffing??? |
Thank you Best
Boy for so much fun and happy memories. I hope my Gran is right and the energy
of love invested in pets will be resurrected – bloody hope God doesn’t give you
wings or you’ll stink like a corn chip for eternity – mind up I guess you’ll be
vegetarian!
P.S. There are
so many stories missed from this remembering. Please feel free to add your
happy Chaz story in the comments section. 😊