Chuck Taylor. This is your formal name. Chuck received his name because when we brought him home he decided to befriend A "chuck taylor" sneaker. Chuck was a Morkie blessed with a golden coat of silkie fur the mist beautiful pup ever! Being as small as a guinea pig never stopped Chuck from interacting with his big and I mean big brother Flapjack. 

There were many afternoons filled with playing tag in the house running around the dining room table. Chuck tried to outsmart his Boxer big brother by slipping under the dining chairs but flapjack caught on easily. At night Chuck would come into my bedroom and made it a point to slip in between my husband and I in our bed for a good nights rest. 

Chuck became such a great smart dog as he grew older learning commands and becoming our service dog. Chuck watched over my husband Tom and alerted at the first sign of asthma. Three months ago we had a serious illness effecting my husband requiring a long hospital stay. The hospital allowed Chuck to visit my husband anytime during his three week illness and stood by his dad. He also was my great companion. Chuck loved his car rides and always insisted on sitting in the middle of us on the console. 

Its so very quiet here Chuck without you. You developed kidney failure so rapidly we couldn't save you. We were wishing for another miracle like you had a few months ago with pancreatitis. 

Never complaining and always wanting to play. You were our sweet prince and now I wish I could give you a kiss to waken you from your deep sleep. You can never be replaced or forgotten our hearts are broken here without you.