My precious Pugsley, my first pug, went to the bridge last night. I got this little bundle of joy when I was 8 months pregnant with my second child as a playmate for my first son. I raised my newborn son and the puppy together. It was an amazing experience. Like raising twins, except one had fur.
Pugsley was the most amazing Pug, he learned quickly, was a lot of fun and so cuddly. He loved me as much as I loved him. He truly thought I gave birth to him. I was his momma, he was my boy.
Pugsley was in amazing health for all of his life until the end, for that I am grateful. He had two mild seizures last week out of the blue. Took him to the Vet, we thought since he bounced back rather quickly with no after affects we would watch to see if they were isolated. Then on Monday evening he had two pretty significant seizures and he didn't bounce back, he was lethargic, wouldn't eat or drink, couldn't lift his head, eyes were glazed, body was limp like a rag doll. I called the Vet, it was obvious it was time.
My boy left this earth at approximately 7:15 PM May 31, 2011 for Rainbow Bridge, with his Mom, his Dad and his best buddy Mike whispering words of love.
Thank you Pugsley for 16 years of love, fun, snuggles, snot rockets, pugtonas, but most of all, the gift of you. I will love you forever my furry heartbeat, my little man. Run free at the bridge, look for your sister Dolly.
Love you, Mommy (Lucy)