Chuckie,
Loving and grumpy, the real “man” of the house. Though I can’t believe you’re gone, I will always remember the time we had together. Giving you a name is one of the earliest and proudest moments in my childhood. I tried my best as a three-year-old, naming you after two of my idols at the time, Chuck-E-Cheese and Chuckie Finster from Rugrats.
In return did your best to be a friend, listening with your funny ears, and cuddling so close you push me into the couch, taking up all the room. You looked out for us with your sleepy eyes and those same funny ears, protecting us from trespassers, dogs, and squirrels. You will always be remembered as a special part in my life.