It seems our furry, flabby friend may have met his end.

There’s been no sign of our dear Chuck in almost three weeks…ever since I discussed my concerns around his health in the Belt Buckle post.

I mean, it will be disappointing if our beloved Chuck has met his demise. Whether said demise was by fox, or hawk, or coydog, or myocardial infarction.

I’m going to miss seeing him scamper laboriously waddle across the yard when I’d catch him at the chicken coop.

And it would appear that this was our final Chuck sighting…

I wish I could say he looked well in his final moments.

Regardless, you were part of our daily lives here on the farm and now you’re gone. It won’t be the same ’round here without being able to yell at you every day and chase you under the shed.

Godspeed, Chuck.

j.s.