They say the memories are golden, well maybe that is true. I never wanted just memories, I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you, a million times I cried. If love alone could have saved you,
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly, in death I love you still. In my heart you hold a place, no other could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway, and heartache make a lane.
I'd walk the path to heaven, and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same.
But as god calls us, one by one. Our chain will link again.
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If It Should Be...
If it should be that I grow weak,
and pain should keep me from my sleep,
then you must do what must be done,
for this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand;
don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years -
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
the time has come, so let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
and please stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me
until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see
the kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
from pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve - it must be you
who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years -
don't let your heart hold back its tears.
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 Twelve years ago, our six-year-old son Niall finally put his foot down about getting a dog. "I want a real dog with real blood and a real skeleton. Not a robot dog!" He'd been campaigning long and hard for a dog and that statement finally won me over. Our friends Monica & Gordon had adopted a pug from DFW rescue who was such a character--I knew that would be a good dog for our family of three boys. I put in an application with DFW Pug Rescue, and within days I got a call that they had a dog for us. We met Fred on a rainy December evening and he handed off this beautiful silver pug with the blackest velvety ears and muzzle. I imagined this would be a scared, shaking little animal who would gaze up at me beseechingly with his big puggy eyes, and lick my hand as if to say, "Thank you, thank you, thank you Nice Lady! I'm so glad to finally have a family." Um, no. We got him in the car and he bounced all over everybody like Tigger. My two youngest sons were initially terrified of him. He was just a wild man. We got him home and he checked out every square inch of the house, and then managed to find the one place in our fence he could squeeze through. Our first night with our pug had me running down the freezing alley in my bare feet, hollering "Helloooo!!! Little puggy! Come baaaack!!!" I managed to snag him as he was snarflling in some bushes and brought him home. He climbed in bed with us that night, snuggled against me and I was hooked. Except for when we boarded him while we were on vacation, he spent every night of his life after that glommed onto Niall. I'd go get him in the morning for a walk and would find him curled up under one of Niall's sheltering arms. I knew within a few days this was a special guy. We named him Cobba--it just fit him. In the years that followed, we loved this guy with all our hearts, loved his antics, loved his fur, loved his puggy kisses--and he loved us right back. He was amazingly robust. Never sick a day, never had any of the ailments that other pugs suffer from. I frankly thought he'd live forever. But I was wrong. Last summer I dropped a pan in the kitchen and when Cobba did not flinch, I realized he was deaf. He started going downhill from there--going slower and slower on his walks, stumbling on the stairs, unable to jump up on the bed or sofa by himself. The vet chalked it up to old age and to expect more of the same. He was still a clown, playing with his toys, "smoking" his cigar (his rolled rawhide) while laying on his back. We'd always maintained that he was a monkey in a dog suit, but we just couldn't find the zipper. That impish part of him never changed. Then in early October, Cobba suffered a seizure. I thought he was dying but he snapped out of it. Niall was in his first year of college and I didn't dare tell him that anything might be wrong with his beloved best friend. The vet could find no cause for the seizure and I took him home, but I had a sinking feeling that his days on this earth were numbered. On the evening of Oct. 19, I had a sense that something just wasn't right with Cobba. Always a pig when it came to his dinner, he walked away from his food without a single bite and he was wandering aimlessly around the house. The next morning, we took our usual walk and he seemed OK. He wee-wee'd on every bush like he always did, gave a cheerful bark to another dog walking by and chomped on a treat. I took him to the vet anyway. Again, all his lab tests came out within the normal range, his heart sounded good so we went home. He stayed by my side all day. We took a nap together, went out in the backyard and warmed ourselves in the beautiful autumn sunshine. He came back inside and climbed into his little bed. I checked on him from time to time and he seemed to be snoring blissfully. I had been upstairs for about a half hour when I came down and sensed a shift in my universe the instant I came to the landing. It was completely quiet. Too quiet. In that small span of time, our Cobba had slipped away. I couldn't believe it and I still can't. It's taken me months to even write this because it's been so painful being without him. I keep looking for him in his familiar place beside the sofa when I come home, but he's not there. Niall was beyond devastated and cannot bear to even consider getting another pug. We had Cobba cremated and held a family memorial service for him. We all expressed how much he had meant to us, how rich he had made our lives. He was the noblest of pugs, a credit to his breed and best of friend to his humans. Godspeed, dear friend. We'll look for you at the Rainbow Bridge some day. |
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| My daughter Tori and I adopted Gilbert from DFW Pugs at the end of Jan. 2006...he was at a foster home in Waxahachie. He was the best dog from the start! At the one year mark he gave us a scare when he got stones and couldn't urinate. A trip to the emergency room fixed it along with a new diet of Purina NF. Next came a scratch on the eye that required vet care. Again, though, he came through it ok.
At some point I noticed him start pacing around the house/room from time to time but never any seizures. Last summer his back legs started to go out so we sent him to a neurologist. He thought the problem was in his neck but after a week of no daily walks the symptoms went away.... Everything was ok until I came home one day last August and one of his eyes was nearly swollen shut. A trip to the vet revealed a bad ulceration, so bad he recommended an eye specialist. It was a weekend so we began medication but in the middle of the night he became restless and uncomfortable so we went to the ER. The eye was in bad shape so all they could do was medicate him until I could get him to the specialist. Morning finally came and I took him to see the doctor. He advised that he would try to save the eye but didn't know if this was possible. Two hours later he called in surgery and said the eye was too damaged to remain. At this point I gave permission to remove it as I knew he would be ok with one eye and at least he would have his good life at home! When I picked him up he seemed ok so I put him on his pillow and kept an eye on him. After a couple of hours he began crying out in pain so I gave him his pain medication. As I was in the living room I noticed he was now quiet. I thought great, he is resting. Around ten o'clock I went to check on him and was horrified to find him gasping for breath and burning up! I grabbed him and a wet rag, got in the car and raced to the ER! They saved him there and told me to go home and pick him up in the morning. After a few hours they called back and broke my heart when they said he was having seizures and probably wouldn't make it through the night! After speaking with the doctor, I told him to keep him comfortable and I would be there when they opened. That morning I held Gilbert as they put him at peace; there was nothing else we could do. I asked the doctor if it was PDE or something else and he agreed to do an autopsy. He found a large liver shunt and said Gilbert's body was unable to metabolize the pain meds we were giving him. Sooner or later he was doomed but the Purina NF probably helped him last as long as he did. We had 3 1/2 great years with him! He was such a happy dog who knew every night when it got close to the time for his walk! He loved Tori so much and would sleep in her room when she was staying over. Our cat Blossom noticed his absence too, they weren't buddies but once he was gone she slept in the hall for two weeks waiting for him to return. Gilbert died August 25 but this is the first time I have been able to write this to you. I will get another dog one day and right now, given the choice, I would choose another black pug like him! I have attached a picture taken last summer of Gilbert with Tori. I am so happy we were able to make his last few years fun, happy, and safe ones. James Cook |
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2/12/10 Glynna and I suffered a major loss to our family this morning. The Magoo Man (Dec 25, 2001-February 12, 2010) crossed over the bridge. This little guy has been a huge part of Glynna's day since 2001. He was a seizure dog that more that defied the odds of living. When Glynna and I rescued him at 4 weeks old we were told by two different vets that he should be put to sleep that he is not right. Only Dr Gumfory told us we can treat him and see where it goes and we have successfully done so the last nine years along with the help of Dr Ducote'. Magoo is the reason we hardly ever went anywhere for any extended time as he was on a strict medicine schedule. He is also the reason Glynna started making our dog food. Magoo had not had a seizure for over a year until a few weeks ago. We found cancer in his mouth which Dr Gumfory said we could remove and maybe get 6 more months. Being very selfish we did the surgery which triggered the seizures to come back. They were more violent than ever before and we knew yesterday it was time to let him go. Since the weather was so bad we did not take him and then this morning when I woke up he was dead cradled in Glynna's arm. I hated to wake her but Magoo was gone. He gave us this one last gift of not having to make the choice to put him to sleep. He will be missed so much. Magoo is to us a symbol of what rescue is all about. Take the cast offs and make them whole again for as long as you can. He was truly our inspiration to continue in rescue the last nine years. His public that has grown to know him through the Christmas photo will for sure miss him as well. May he rest in peace! Tim and Glynna Reynolds |
| 2/12/10 Hi, My name is Joy Copeland. I wanted to let DFW Pug Rescue (Fred, since he is the one I worked with) know that Pepper - the fawn pug I adopted from Pug Rescue in 2003 passed away on Monday. We discovered a mass in his abdomen last week, and Dr. Keating attempted to remove it. X-rays showed that it was large, but it looked to be in a good position next to the spleen and he felt confident it could be removed and may offer Pepper several more years of life. However in the middle of surgery, Dr. Keating called to say he had found multiple tumors on Pepper's liver and it looked like it was deteriorating and it was quite possible that liver failure may already have started. So we made the choice to have him put to sleep instead of finishing the surgery. Pepper loved to play fetch with his favorite toy, a black and white plush soccer ball. He loved to eat and often got treats from our kids under the dinner table. He loved snuggling, he was the best dog to have around when you were sick because he would lay next to you for hours, and he just loved to be near people. He was not the brightest bulb, he would bark at every dog he saw on TV (I had to quit watching Dog Whisperer and Animal Precinct!) but what he lacked in brains he definitely made up in heart - he was everyone's friend! He was my shadow, I always knew he was nearby in the house - he always had his eyes on Mama. Pepper leaves behind his longtime buddy, Mage, they were surrendered together. He also leaves behind his human sisters - Magnolia, Hailey and Audrey. They ask about him everyday and we tell them that Pepper is running and jumping and having lots of fun in Heaven and we look forward to the day when we'll see him again! Thanks for all you do - helping pugs find homes and helping people find pugs to complete their families. Sincerely, |
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| 1/31/10 My boy Romeo died last night in my arms. I am heart broken. I adopted him a year ago after he was adopted and returned twice. I believe he had been through a lot, and had psychological scars, that needed time to heal. He was my most mischievous pug, and the most challenging. However he also ended up being the most loving, quick with a kiss and a wiggle of his curly tail. I would anticipate driving into the garage and hear his high-pitched, "Yip"... I miss him more than I can say... He was well loved and is now in a better place, hopefully waiting for me there. |
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12/30/09 Porky Pug I know I only knew him for a little while, but he was such a special sweet little pug. He had the greatest little smile and even though he wasn't feeling well, he would wag his tail a little to let you know he appreciated you being there for him. At least he's happy and able to breathe now and doesn't have to worry about feeling bad anymore |
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Dec. 26, 2009 We adopted two puppies from DFW Pug Rescue about a year and a half ago. One of which was my best buddy Myron. He always loved to chew on his toys and his bones. He would never hurt anyone and loved to just sit and be near us. He loved when we threw his toy and he got to chase it. Unfortunately, a mass formed in his body and by the time they caught it and he went in for surgery, the mass had taken over 80% of his intestine and there was nothing they can do. He was only two years old and we did everything possible to save him, but in the end it was just not enough. We miss him very much and he will live in our hearts forever. Sarah |
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1992 - 2009 Rest in Peace my little old man - I love you! Shannon Alexander |
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Rowdy This my friends is Rowdy a middle aged female baby that got hit by a car in Dallas on Friday the 13TH of November. She has been well cared for all of her life, had an eye removed at some point and is already spayed. When she was picked up by the City of Dallas off the street where she was hit it was determined she had a micro chip. The city notified the owner and they elected for the city of Dallas to put her down. Well knowing the reputation of DFWPRC they called and asked if we could take her right away. There was no need for that question because within 2 hours of the call Rowdy was in the hands of Dr Gumfory at Westcreek. Rowdy has a broken hip, fractured leg, and her tail will probably have to be amputated. Through all of this she looks at you with that Pug eye saying Thank You for helping me. Rowdy crossed the rainbow bridge on Monday, Dec. 6 |
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12/7/09 Belle I first became involved with Pug rescue when I decided to be a foster home about 6 years ago. I met some people in Luling they handed me Belle. She was a bag of bones, had bites from the peoples pit bull, skin infection....I took her to my vet immediately not the rescue vet b/c she needed help close at hand. In the trip to Wimberley from Luling to Wimberley I thought a dog in her condition and years kept as a breed dog in a cage she would be unable to bond. I was wrong. In the 1 hour trip home she became my constant companion. Where I went she went. She was almost blind and deaf over the years she became totally blind and deaf. She had such malformed limbs from years in a cage she required being carried most of the time. Belle became everything to me. She was always there for me. I loved her like no other person or animal. I can't say anymore I am crying too much. I donated money and artwork and cards because of her for the October fundraiser. I can't stop crying. She passed away Monday the 7th. Can you put her in Pug Angels or post how much getting a special needs pug becomes such a special pug. I am going to your site to donate $250.00 in her memory. She is in the calendar, I think for next December. Oh I am so sad and lost without her. |
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9/7/09 The sweetest little dog on Earth went to The Rainbow Bridge on Saturday, February 21, 2009. Labor Day weekend, 2005, I read this on the DFWPR website: “HURRICANE PUG................PLEASE HELP HER!!!! Hello wonderful Texas people and the rest of the world. My name is Cupie. I am from the state of Louisiana. You see I was minding my own business last weekend when my human Mama grabbed me up and took off. I did not even have a chance to get my stash of toys and biscuits. After a long trip me and my Mama ended up in this place called Dallas. It must be a long way from home as everyone here has a funny accent. My Mama lugged me all over town and last night I could see in her face that she was exhausted. She told me she loved me and was going to do what was best for me. She took me to an all night vet clinic and asked them to take me in so she could not worry about me. They told her they did not take in pets...my Mama cried and we left. She then did a strange thing, she put my crate by the door of the vet’s office and walked away telling all was going to be OK. The vet found me outside and brought me inside and cleaned me up. They called these nice folks at DFWPR and one of their people came right away and picked me up. I am now in a foster home and will need a new family. I loved my Mama very much but I know I was a burden and she is now able to look for help without worrying about me. Please consider this Old Cajun Girl (about 9 yrs old) for your family. Maybe I can show you how to cook crawfish or gumbo. Please help.” Kewpie’s story pulled at my heartstrings and I set out to find this little dog! And find her, I did. I was going to foster her for “a little while.” After about two weeks, I decided to adopt her. She never did teach me how to cook crawfish or gumbo, but I loved her dearly. Three and a half years was just not enough time with this precious pug. She was blind and she had a wry mouth and a goofy tongue. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Her adoptive brother, Moe, and I thought she was gorgeous, and we will miss her forever. Gaye LeBoutillier |
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9/2/09 Ms Frisco Lina went peacefully to the Rainbow Bridge this morning. She is now running and playing with Savannah and all the other pug angels, no coughing and no pain. Fiscolina spent one day a week at Kinder Kritters Doggie Daycare in Dallas and she will be missed by all of her puggie friends and the wonderful staff at Kinder Kritters. |
| 9/2/09 Lee Lee has followed Lina over the rainbow bridge today. He is now running free with Savannah and Friscolina. |
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8/25/09 Savannah crossed the rainbow bridge this evening. She is now able to run with both her back legs and see with both eyes. She has been a part of our DFW Pug Rescue family for a year and has taught us what rescue is all about. To Dr. Larry Gumfory, Dr. Paul Hendon and Dr. Julie Ducote and all the pug lovers who donated to her care we thank you. "Banna Button" we love you and will miss you forever. |
| 8/8/09 We wanted to let you all know that Fiona passed away yesterday morning. She had a second stroke and was in a lot of pain when we rushed her to the Vet's office in Tyler where we live. Our wonderful Vet Dr. Cannon prayed with us and helped Fiona go home without anymore pain and in peace. She lived to be 15 1/2 years old. We were so happy the day we picked Fiona up from Fred in July of 2003, she became an instant part of our family and became the "Queen" as she should be. We are so proud and happy that she will be on the 2010 Calendar. She loved being dressed up for the Pug-O-Ween each year and loved all the attention she received from everyone she met. We knew that we would not have a much time with Fiona, adopting her at almost 10 yrs old, but we knew it was the right thing to do for her and us. We have enjoyed every min. with her and would do it again in a heart beat. Thank you so much for all you do, all you give and letting us enjoy such a wonderful pug. Your Friends, Don & Jennifer Mobbs |
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7/16/09 Dozer was extremely skittish when he came to me. It took him 4 days to come out from behind a chair in my living room and let me pet him. He wouldn't go anywhere near strangers for a very, very long time and would take a few days to get used to people who came to visit me and he saw all day long. In 2006 we moved to Houston. In the 3 years since moving to Houston my 2 year old nephew took an incredible shine to Dozer and Dozer was always happy to play with him, let him pet him, and never jumped on him. In the 5 years I had him, I never saw Dozer get upset, snap at anyone or anything or do anything other than be loving or fearful. Thank you for everything you do. Thank you for trusting me with this wonderful being who brought so much light into my life. He was an amazing dog and I will cherish him until the day I die. Keep up the good work and I only hope that more people realize that you don't adopt the dog, the dog adopts you, and makes you a better person. I have attached a photo of my family so that, if you want, you can show the people who come to you that these dogs are amazing, these dogs are loving and they should be honored to have them in their house. Adam Schroeder |
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Gus 6/26/09 Gus was 10 yrs old and a great Senior Pug! |
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| 6/13/09 We adopted YumYum from you at the 1999 Pug-O-Ween. As I recall, Yum had been rescued by you twice. Yummie died in his sleep this morning. He had suffered from congestive heart failure for several months. We tried to give Yum a good life, and he returned wonderful companionship until his last day. He will be missed greatly. Best regards, Roger & Kathy Scurlock |
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5/11/09 Princess will be sadly missed by her family. She was loved by all of her family, but especially by Chelsey and Aaron. They were her devoted caretakers. We will remember you, Princess. Love, Nanny and Papa |
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4/17/08 Yesterday, on April 16, 2009 we lost our beloved pug Odie. He was the best pug in the world, and I loved more than words can ever describe. He was one month shy of his 9th birthday. The vet found the cancer had spread all over his body and he was put to sleep. He is survived by his best friend, our black pug Eenie. Odie was the most cuddly boy ever. RIP Odie, I will miss you and always love you my baby boy. |
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3/22/09 Before I even had a chance to call him (about 15 minutes after I put their breakfast out) I went to her and she was asleep... I could easily see her breathing... within minutes she quit breathing... no suffering... and I am so thankful for that... I got to tell her good bye... Although she seemed in a deep sleep, I know she heard me. I sat down with her, and kept petting her, and telling her I loved her. I sent a picture taken last week... Thelma is on the back row in the middle, looking at the camera. She will always be with me... I have a special place in my heart for her. |
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Midge 3/6/09 Our Sweet Midge got her angel wings this morning to fly across the rainbow bridge. We loved her so much, she was a real sweetheart. She was still wagging her tail when we talked to her even through all her pain. We are comforting Fletch who remained by her side all night. We are truly grateful to have had the opportunity to give her so much love and treat her like a princess. We will miss her everyday and so will Fletch. She is in a land of no pain, no suffering, and freedom. We will miss her little snorts and the wagging when she saw us get the treat jar. She loved to snuggle with her dad on the sofa, she thought she was a queen and she was. Thanks to everyone for all your support and help through this difficult time. We love you sweet Midge! Larry & JoAnn Meriwether |
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Ulysses and his brother Stonewall (now known as Sarge) came into my life in August last year. I thought they would just pass through my life as foster dogs on their way to their forever home. Their owner loved them very much but due to ill health could no longer care for them. True litter-mates, Stonewall was in perfect health while Ulysses suffered from seizures, arthritis in his right shoulder and eye ulcers. After evaluating them for a few weeks, I determined that they could be separated for adoption and almost immediately Stonewall was adopted by a wonderful lady in Ennis, TX. |
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Bentley On April 1st, 2007 a ten year old little pug named Bentley came to live in our home. We knew that Bentley was not in the best of shape with his constant cough and gimpy little back legs but his spirit made up for all of his ailments. He joined Oscar the pug, age 12, and Tuppence the bulldog, age 10, who were also rescue dogs. On the fourth day at our house Bentley was in the emergency vet clinic with pneumonia. This was the beginning of our medical odyssey with our sweet little boy. It was soon determined that Bentley had a chronic infection in his upper airway that would prove impossible to cure. This condition, coupled with the damage done to his heart and lungs from heart-worms would be very difficult to deal with. Several different types of antibiotics were able to fight the infection but a complete cure would not be in his future. With much vet care and a lot of medicine, Bentley was able to live a very happy and comfortable life. Other that begging for snacks with Oscar and Tuppence, Bentley's greatest joy was sitting on the couch with the Dad. If I was not able to sit with him, Bentley would sit on his rug just inside the kitchen so he could watch the Mom cooking in case something fell his way and also keep watch on the couch. When he saw me head for the couch he would come as fast as possible to make sure that he was put up in his rightful place. On occasion Tuppence would be on his couch but when Bentley was put up Tuppence would immediately get down. Bentley would curl his little tail and bark at her as if he was the one who had run her off. We believe that he always thought his nineteen pounds canceled out her fifty-five. She never seemed to mind this little pug being so bossy. He would then inch his little butt over until he was against my right hip, lay down, and would stay there for as many hours as I could stay. At bedtime Bentley always wanted to go to bed earlier than all of us. When we did come a few minutes later he was in seventh heaven. We would have to listen to Bentley lick his front legs for at least five minutes. It was as if everything was fine as he now had his pack with him. On Sunday, Feb 1st he had a wonderful day and night and it continued into late Monday. On Tuesday morning his breathing was very bad and he had such a tired look in his eyes. We knew that this was the dreaded day we knew would come. He made his last trip to our vet and I took him to the bridge and held and stroked him until he crossed over. Now the infection is gone. His heart-worm damaged heart and lungs are cured and his gimpy little legs can carry him as fast as he wants to go. Love and miss you little Bentley. Dave & Jennifer Dutton |
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"Roger Dodger", as we called him, walked across the Rainbow Bridge to be met by our other pugs who had gone on before him on January 23, 2009. We took in Roger as a foster and when the application didn't go through on him my son immediately adopted him. Two teenage boys growing up together. One offering unconditional love, treats that were sneaked from the pantry, a warm bed to share, and lots of the same kind of physical energy. The other offered to teach responsibility, an ear for secrets, and unconditional love. In his death from a heart condition he took my son on a journey into manhood that a mother can only observe and be forever grateful for. |
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Jan Young, a volunteer with DFW Pug Rescue, knows the joy of fostering -- and the other side of it, too. We like to think there's a happy ending to every story, but sometimes the endings give us something we didn't expect. For example, Jan had this handsome foster pug for only a little while but because of the way things worked out, she may remember Dewey the Pug forever. He did more than live in her home, he touched her heart. Jan writes that the little guy "passed away on Sunday night. I didn't have him very long, but I really fell for him fast and heart." She preceded her story of Dewey with this "Foster Haiku": My young foster pug
You took your place in my heart Rest in peace sweet boy And she tells his story: "Dewey was a 2-year-old foster pug that I had for one week. The first minute I met him, I fell in love with him. I have a thing for black pugs, and he was kryptonite to my weakness! "He had a sweet personality and just loved people. He also loved other dogs. He loved to play and run. He had the most adorable smile. I really got a kick out of him!" "When he got his pets, he would get the most blissful look on his little face. He loved physical contact with people and he just couldn't get enough. He would lean into me as if he was trying to meld into me." "He loved that kind of contact. I was happy to provide it! When he got a chewy bone, he would run and bury it in the couch, or take it outside to bury it in the leaf pile. He remembered exactly where each was hidden, and when he dug it out later, he would carry it around like it was a precious treasure. He would show it to the other dogs and try to make them jealous!" "He was a stray that ended up in a local shelter. One of our wonderful transport people went to the shelter and brought him into our rescue where he entered our foster system." "I was the lucky one who got to take him home. He was so smart. He learned to sit in a matter of 6 attempts. We were working on other obedience fun, too. He was a joy. I will miss his adorable little face and smiling eyes." "Unfortunately, he met his demise on Sunday due to heartworm complications. One minute he was happily chewing on a rawhide, and the next he was gone." "What a terrible waste. And, so simple to prevent - a yummy treat from the doctor once a month. Run free at the bridge, sweet Dewey angel." |
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"I have some sad news: Regis passed away this morning. He had been very sick since Christmas...The vet ran some tests and put him on antibiotics but he wasn't sure whether Regis had something wrong with his kidneys or liver or cancer. He was supposed to go to a radiology clinic later this week for an abdominal ultrasound so a diagnosis could be made. |
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| Miss Frito Dear Pug Lovers and friends of Pug Lovers, It has taken me a week to be able to send this out. I hope to write a poem myself but can't get through the tears. Miss Frito lost her fight to cancer after being with us for almost two years. This Pug was clearly an angel on earth. She wagged her rat looking tail from the time we picked her up until she had fur on it again and she had to leave us. She would have been euthanized if DFW hadn't been there to take her on a medical. She was very sick. Painful? That's an understatement. We were blessed with being able to let her go in the meditation garden at Dr. Scott's office. I was able to hold her myself on her pink blanket which came home with me. I wore all pink in her honor. As she shivered and begged to go she wouldn't kiss. Her eyes begged. Dr. Scott talked to her and said "Frito, you have been one tough little puggie and brought love to everyone". She looked at me and said "Mary Fran, Frito is grateful that you recognize her pain and let her go and not make her suffer out of selfishness and not letting her go". Right after Dr. Scott said that, Frito turned her head and kissed me on the chin and then left us. Sounds crazy but it was beautiful. I smiled when she kissed me because she hadn't in 2 days and Dr. Scott and Lauren who was the vet tech on her surgeries cried. We hugged, we cried and went on. I feel so fortunate to have such a wonderful place to take our Pugs and a great organization to work with. Thank you everyone for the support. We need each other in celebration and difficult times. An 8" x 8" brick is being put in placed at the shelter she came from. It will read in three lines: Expect a Miracle, Miss Frito, DFW Pug Rescue Please see the below poem that someone sent me with Miss Frito's picture When Is It Time?When is it time to say goodbye I've watched you on your good days when We ride this roller-coaster of That as I look into your face The little spark I used to see I try to see beyond the pain If I can bear to watch you For letting go is harder for Back to the days I long for now, But now the lights are darkening... I think the hardest part in this For if I let myself admit That soon I have to face the You've given such unselfish love On to a better life, where you So if I find the courage just to say I'll hold with me, the memories |
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Sandy Ever since I adopted Emilai (Sandy to DFW) nearly two years ago, I intended to send pictures of her and her siblings to share with you how beautiful she has made my life. It is with great regret that I did not do that before her passing yesterday. I'm not quite sure how it happened. In the morning she was jumping around my legs with her brother and sister as they saw me off to work. It was just another day. Then I returned home, and she wasn't there to greet me with a smile and a kiss. After hunting for my baby girl, I found her laying by my bedroom door in a forever sleep. Although I didn't have long with Emi, she was a shining light in my life. When I adopted her, it was with crossed fingers that my first child, Vincent, would love her as much as I knew I would. What a pleasant surprise it was when they started to play the very first day. It was a magical and serendipitous fit. |
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| Bambi Bambi left us this morning after dealing with a bad heart that was so damaged by heartworm disease there was no predicting how long she would be with DFWPRC. She became one of our hospice cases and lived in a home with Pugs. She was sent to us via "Theresa and Charly" who thought she was a Pug and we headed out to pick her up. We thank both of them. Upon arrival to pick up this Pug, out came an elderly Boston Terrier, skinny, shaky but immediately kissed me on the face. We would never leave her behind. We put her on the website as our "Pug with a Boston accent". Her prognosis was grim but DFW never turns its head away. She lived over a year. It was such a privilege to be able to care for this little girl and actually watch her bounce back for a period of time. We knew her time was short. Bambi is now at peace with her Maker and playing with all of those who have crossed Rainbow Bridge before her. Her bed is empty tonight and there was one less bowl to fill and it hurts but in time it will lessen. God just made room for another one to come our way. We wait patiently. |
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Rowdy Rowdy, our precious friend...our lil' Bubbies! You left us on April 2, 2007 and it has taken us this long (now September) to be strong enough to write about how much you impacted our lives in so many wonderful ways. We felt our lives were over the day you left us, but we can now look back and appreciate and laugh about all the great memories together. You will forever be in our hearts! From bringing you home at a young 5 weeks old and trying to potty train you (haha) to having you travel with us on vacations, and delighting in wearing your various bandanas each day to your cute Husker jersey on game days...you are our love, Rowdy! |
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Chelsea Four years ago, I adopted a wonderful pug girl named Chelsea from DFW pug rescue. She has been the joy of my life. We have a younger pug, Macee, that we got when she was six weeks old. With a heavy heart, I feel compelled to tell you that Chelsea passed away during the night on August 2, 2007. I never imagined the love I could have for a rescue dog. For anyone who questions the prospect of adopting an older dog, I am here to tell you that it has been the most rewarding thing I have ever done. I believe rescue dogs know you have saved a life and they respond in kind. Thank you for letting me be just a small part of this wonderful creature's life for a short time on earth. I will never forget her. |
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Julio Pug people this is Julio. No painted picture here and certainly no roses. We acquired Julio this afternoon from his owner and we may have been too late. Julio is one sick little boy. He is about 4-5 years old and may not see six. Dr. Gumfory said he would do his best to save him. Julio is in early stages of kidney failure, he has sores all over his little body, he is about 6 pounds under weight, has a scar on one of his eyes, and his blood work is way off the charts. Dr Gumfory said we can do one of two things...euthanize him right now...or give him 48 hours to see if his kidneys bounce back. If the latter happens then we will have a fighting chance. To give him this chance, we need funds to cover his expenses, as they will be above and beyond what is normal. If you can find any way to help us help Julio he will thank you. We may lose the fight but we would like to go down swinging. Please keep Julio in your thoughts. |
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Chewy "It is said that Dogs are man's best friend, and that was certainly the case with our Pug, Chewy. We bought Chewy when he was 6 years old from a single mother in Fort Worth. She said she agonized having to sell him, but that she didn't have time for him anymore and wanted a family who would pay attention and love him, we certainly did that. For 5 years we loved and adored this small wonder. He had a profound impact on the lives of not only myself, but my family. It was not long until we realized that we weren't spending enough time with Chewy, so we purchased a second Pug, Nellie. Like Chewy, Nellie was 6 years old and needed a home (because her former owner passed away). Immediately the two Pugs bonded and gave us double the friendship and love. Recently Chewy contracted a lung disorder which caused him great distress. My family and I watched as Chewy declined in health. We tried several treatments, but eventually nothing seemed to help. My wife and I decided Chewy could not continue like this, so we talked and decided it was time to let him go. I can say in my life I have made difficult decisions, but nothing is more difficult than deciding if someone, even a pet, should continue to live or die. Chewy went back to the Lord on August 8, 2007. We love him, we'll miss him, and hopefully someday we will see him in his new, well deserved home - Heaven." |
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Sarge In Memory of The Sargent - Rest in Peace |
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Oscar Oscar (formerly Otis) crossed the rainbow bridge on Friday, April 6, 2007. Make sure to hug your fur-kids tonight, and when you do, say a little prayer for Oscar. |
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Spanky Hello, my name is Spanky. I am 10-11 years old and find myself in an embarrassing situation. You see this morning I had a home and for some reason I was turned over to DFWPRC for adoption. I am being checked out by the doctors and should be ready to go in a day or so. If you can find it in your heart to adopt me, a senior Pug, you will find out that seniors are the best. Thanks for looking. |
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Puglena Hello, my name is Puglena and I am 10-11 years old and like my new friend Spanky I too need a new place to live. My previous family did not like my snoring all the time. I tried to tell them if I would just lose a bit of weight then that would help...but No let's send me to rescue. I am housebroken and love people. Never been around children but I am sure they would be OK. I am one easy going gal. I am going thru some test now so I will be ready very soon. Remember Seniors Rock! Please consider me. |
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Onry Hi, I'm Onyx, but you can call me Onry. Everyone does. Do you have a moment for a story? I hope so, because I'm in the mood to talk. When I was 14, I had more bad luck than any Pug has a right to. I was bone thin, grey haired, had a ruptured eye, a horrid cough, and had been "used up" as a breeding pug my whole life. I made my owner "good money" and he loved to brag about that. Even after all that money, he moved away and left me behind along with my friend Poodle and the cats to fend for ourselves. We ate out of ditches and trashcans for months. I remember surviving on bugs and grass. There were some very cold days when we only had twigs to fill our bellies. On one foraging trip, Poodle was hit and killed by a car. I think she had decided she'd had enough. I was almost blind and now I was alone in the world. But I wasn't ready to quit. Not just yet. Everyone has been crying all week and trying to explain the death of a child. When I fell and died in momma's arms, the crying started all over again. But with my last breaths, I infused mommas, poppas, the teenager and the grandsons inhales with a bit of my soul. I gave them patience, love, appreciation of now, appreciation of each other, and a small bit more understanding of the cycle of life. |
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Boo Bailey Hello pug angels, it's me, Boo Radley the handsome black pug coming to join you. I've crossed over Rainbow Bridge after an unfortunate mistake. I was out running with my pug partner Penny and came across this pretty red patch of red mushrooms. The puppy in me came over and I got into them. Shoot! If I had only known. In no time, my human mom and dad were rushing me to the emergency room because something was very very wrong. The vet said it was poisonous mushrooms. I want mom and dad to know that I love them very much and thank them for rescuing me from DFWPRC. I am up here watching over them and playing at the Big Pug Palace Playground. Yes, it's true. We are an elite group in heaven and on earth. To all of you pug owners; check your yards for all of the mushrooms that pop up. Treat them all as though they are poisonous and put them in the trash. Let me be your angel that warns and watches over you. |
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Liz & Winston Our pug, Liz, crossed over the rainbow bridge late this afternoon. I rushed her to HARH this afternoon after she was not eating and was just laying motionless on our kitchen floor. |
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Beau We are sad to report the loss our little boy Beau the other day. It was very sudden and was due to complications of his ongoing health issues and a weight problem that no amount of dieting or exercise seemed to help. |
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Bitsi Read Bitsi's story here. It really saddens me to have to tell everyone that at about 2 PM today Bitsi left us for the bridge. Her little body just could not fight any longer. After ten days of constant around the clock care in one of the best hospitals in the world the end result was not as we had hoped. We gave it a valiant effort and spared no expense in her care thanks to Pug lovers all over the world who dug deep into their pockets and helped Bitsi finance a fight she would lose. While Glynna and I only had Bisti for two months she was a huge part of our Pug family and we loved her as much as we love our own. Thanks to everyone for their prayers, emails and monetary contributions. Bitsi may you rest in peace. |
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Jake Dear PugRescue, |
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Mary Dear Friends at DFW Pug Rescue, |
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Hamilton aka "Hamiltina" We only had Hamilton for 7 months, but those were great months. He was a spunky boy with a lot of heart. His back legs might not have worked very well, but he never knew he had a problem. He played with the other pugs just fine and he was a good sport. His best friend Bosley misses him terribly. Not mention his human parents miss him as well. |
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Rufus Good Day Pug People. |
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Trooper PLEASE HELP US HELP HIM!!!! |
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| Maggie Mae December 10, 2005 Dear DFW Pug Rescue, We are very sorry to tell you that our dear Maggie Mae passed away last Saturday, December 10. She was fine until last Tuesday, when she threw up her dinner at about 5PM. We thought it may be a tummy problem & I watched her all day Wednesday and took her to the vet Thursday AM. He found a very large mass near her kidneys & a 105 fever, her blood work was bad too. He put her on antibiotics & sent her home. Nick was close to her all day & night. I was in Santa Fe at a family reunion with my kids from Dallas (who I stayed with when I got Maggie Mae!), Nick was so worried, I rushed home Saturday, we took her to the vet in Las Cruces (75 miles) and she expired right there. We brought her home & buried her next to PD, our old dog. Maggie Mae saved my life when I had the heart attack in Midland on the way home from Dallas. She lived with an emergency room nurse for two days until our friend drove her home to New Mexico. She was beside herself when I got home from the hospital, even though we had only spent 6 hours together. We recuperated for 6 months together, every morning Nick took her for a walk to the park to do her "business" and pick up a morning paper. She would do her puggy stretches & morning ablutions before going. After a few weeks of being with us, she gave up her dog bed & slept with me & Nick every night, cuddling, snoring & grooming us! She was everything they said about pugs & more. We are so happy that we had her and gave her a good life full of love for the last 6 months of her life. Our hearts are broken, we cry every day, and she was a dear sweet gentle creature. We are hoping to get another one or two pugs in the near future (Spring?). Hope your holidays are good, Sophia & Nicholas Peron |
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| Pumpkin January 5, 2005 Pumpkin came into our lives on Christmas Eve 2004, we all fell in love with her instantly. Hannibal our Mastiff was smitten he thought she was a small Mastiff and would lie next to her bed and gaze at her. We knew she had not had a good life, possibly many puppies and she slept a lot, but she was entitled to. I cuddled her and kissed her a lot and let her know that she was safe and loved. On the evening of January 4th she went outside to peep and fell over, I picked her up and settled her in her bed and tended to her. January 5th saw us taking her to our vets; she had had a stroke and was laboring to breathe. Our vet Dr John Mehaffey did a complete work up on her and gave us the sad news that she was suffering, renal failure, heart failure. It was time, Dr Mehaffey gave her a sleepy injection just to relax her, no rush she looked at me with that precious little face, and I felt her say thank you. After the final injection she passed peacefully away. Pumpkin we thank God you passed through our lives; we were honored to care for you. I know you are now young again no cloudy eyes or deafness, running with your tail curled over your back with all the others waiting to see us again. God Bless your little soul. Alexandra and Bill Wolf Fort Worth, TX |
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| Wrinkles February 10, 2004 A couple of years ago I adopted Wrinkles, a senior pug. Sadly, we lost him on Feb 10. 2004. He came to the Paw Spa as a foster, pending adoption. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to want him. He had a multitude of problems - his heart was bad, he was totally blind, his hips and legs were bad and he had poor control of his bladder and bowels. It was certainly understandable that he was impossible to place. Still, I am sorry for those who could have adopted him and didn't because they missed the opportunity to know a wonderful senior pug. He was a doll. I adopted him when it became clear that a "forever home" just wasn't in the cards for him. It worked out for the best. In spite of his health problems he was a joy to know and a pleasure to care for. He brought an over-abundance of love to all of us here at the shop. He had such a sweet personality. Sure, there were times when we were less than tickled with his timing and choice of where to relieve himself, but we loved him and knew he couldn't help it, so we accepted him with all his little problems. All of my friends and employees showed Wrinkles such love, kindness and patience. I thank them all very much for that. There's never been any doubt that he was really happy here. He loved us all. He also had a special fondness for those employees who slipped him in-between-meal snacks. I thank Dr. Kussmaul, David and Lois at Harwood Road Animal Hospital for their care and concern for him (and me). They helped me through a horribly painful decision. They're wonderful people. I will miss dear old Wrinkles but I know in my heart that I did the best thing for him. I know that his time with us was very good. When I went back to the shop with an empty harness and leash we all cried. Then one of the girls smiled and said. "Now he's in doggy heaven where he can see, run, play and eat as much as he wants!" That thought comforts me. Marsha Sullivan Wrinkles' Mom |
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| Chrissie March 11, 2004 Chrissie, exact age unknown, died peacefully in her sleep sometime early this afternoon. She had been very sick and gave it a valiant fight but her little body was just too weak. She was rescued from Pearland Animal Control just last month but never had a chance to get adopted. She was battling several conditions including heartworm, a bladder infection, an infection in her uterus and something much more sinister which we were working to identify. Results of tests taken just yesterday strongly suggested that she had a very serious liver condition. Like so many rescues, her background is a mystery. What little we do know about her suggests that she was used for breeding repeatedly and it just wore her down. Even though she was probably about 10 years old, her last litter had been very, very recent. Chrissie was a real sweetheart and I'm sure that God is now watching over her across the Rainbow Bridge. |
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