Charlie, our 2-year-old Jack Russell terrier, was my soulmate and my husband's buddy. Charlie loved life and everything in it except squirrels. He gave the term "high maintenance" a new meaning.

We tried a shock collar, personal dog trainer, and a dog whisperer to calm Charlie down. Nothing worked. We came to love and accept his actions, thinking this was his personality.

The last four weeks of his life, he viciously attacked me three times. I was devastated. I knew Charlie loved me as much as I loved him. After talking with my veterinarian and a reputable Jack Russell breeder, we came to the conclusion he was inbred, resulting in neurological problems.

Our vet told us we had to put him down, and to call Moore County Animal Control.

The staff at Animal Control showed us courtesy, understanding and compassion. After the required 10-day quarantine period was up, the staff told me I could be with Charlie when he was euthanized. I brought him home, and we buried him in our backyard.

There are horror stories floating around about Animal Control. Do not believe them. Thank you to Brooke, Jerry, and, most of all, Liz, for your understanding and compassion to all animals.

Please support our Animal Control. We are lucky to have this facility. God gives us many gifts, one being pets. Charlie taught us so much about unconditional love. We thank God for the two years we had with Charlie.

As I type this letter, I feel razor-sharp teeth at my toes. It is Willie, an 8-week-old Jack Russell. He has big paws to fill.

Joy and Alvin Wise

Southern Pines