Charles Tucker Adams is in Doggy Heaven.

Charles Tucker Adams

Age 10, October 09, 1999 - December 16, 2009

You were such a good, loyal, and faithful dog. We miss you so very much!

Christine
December 19, 2009 Christine
December 19, 2009 Christine
December 18, 2009 Christine
December 18, 2009

Nickname: Tucker

I remember picking him out of the last 3 puppies from my co-worker Arcie. He was the runt of the litter. I was so excited when I called my Mom to come over to the store that I worked at so that she could take a look at him. Mom brought a blanket to wrap him up in and I provided a box from the the freight we had just unpacked. Later that day, while I was still working Mom hid him in the box and surprised my then 6 year old daughter. My sister came home from work and promptly said "No to the dog!" Yet she fell in love with him and became his "Mommy" and my daughter Jillian was his other "Mommy". Between the 2 of them, they came up with his name "Charles Tucker Adams".

He would spent countless hours sunbathing, playing commando in the grass of the front lawn. I called it commando because he resembled an army infantryman lying down on his belly and dragging himself forward through the grass! His other front lawn past time was lying on his back and "scratching". He would wiggle to and fro, back and forth to get to his itch. He was truly a comical puppy to watch and play with.

Easter Sundays, he would get in on the fun and try to help the kids find the plastic eggs hidden in the back yard. One Halloween, he let us put an angel costume on him. Yeah, that lasted all of 10 minutes.

On my youngest daughter's 1st birthday party which was held in "his" backyard, he came trotting out like he owned the backyard (which he did really). One of my new neighbors screamed when she saw him and said "OH! It's a pig! It's a pig!" She literally wanted to jump on top of chair to escape the rotund Tucker who was so harmless. That provided comic relief for the rest of the party!

He was such a great watch dog. He would bark at whoever was at the door, but if he recognized you and liked you, he would not hesitate to get in your face and ask to be petted and scratched. He would "paw" you and grab at your hand indicating that he still wanted to be scratched.

We knew treats weren't allowed, but his favorites were hotdogs, sausages, and chicken. We would tease him and my sister would tell him "Auntie has chicken!" to which he would immediately come inspect me and start growling to show his displeasure.

When we would watch tv and see a dog, we would tell him "Get the dog!" He would rush to the tv set and start barking hysterically.

He had many stuffed animals that my sister provided him with. There was Jack and Eddie to name a few. When you would tell him "I'm going to get your baby!" he would bark at you and try his hardest to take his stuffed toy out of your hands.

When he met my English bulldog puppies that I have now he seemed to say "Oh bother! Why this?" Whenever the puppies would get to close to him, he would growl to show them who was older and in charge.

After I had gotten married and moved out whenever I would go to visit my Mom and Dad's, he would greet me at the door and then rush up the stairs so that he stood at the same height so I could pet him and show him love a little more easily. He did this with my sister as well whenever she came home to visit from Florida.

My Mom seems to think he was poisoned by one of the neighbors. One minute, he was excited to see me, wagging his tail furiously back and forth, the next minute he was limp and light as though he had given up.

I never thought losing a pet would feel like someone ripping your heart out. Even as I write this I can't help but cry. I know he's in a better place where he's not suffering and he has all the chicken, hotdogs, and sausages to eat to his hearts content. Also, he's playing with our other dogs that have passed Max and Pucci. I can just see him sprawled out in the sun, with his eyes closed. The picture of happiness.

Rest in Peace Tucker Boy. You will never be forgotten good boy. We miss you and love you very much.

Love, your Auntie