Little Puck came to me in 2009 as a foster. He was an owner relinquishment along with another pug. He was a little 8 year old black male who would bark up a storm whenever he got excited about something. His buddy got adopted quickly (they were not very bonded) but there wasn't much interest in Puck. He had arthritis and the beginnings of a hunchy back, and 7-9 year old males are all too frequent in rescue.

This same time in my life saw my divorce closing and my ex moving up to the Bay Area. He had loved Marty and peaches and was sad to be leaving them. I thought that having a dog to care for would help keep him grounded and the unconditional love of a dog has kept more than one person sane in tough times. He came and saw Puck and they were fast friends from the get-go.

He adored that dog and Puck loved him back. His roommate would say that when Jeff left the house, Puck would be sad and go in the room and not come out...but as soon as he came home he was barking and spinning and running around full of joy. Puck sustained him through a lot of tough times and a couple failed relationships. Jeff said more than once that Puck was his therapy and was the only thing that kept him sane.

As he got older, now 11, his arthritis got worse and he began to have some small seizures or mini-strokes the last few months.

My ex texted me last night in a panic. Puck had a big seizure or a stroke and he wasn't breathing and wasn't conscious and he had been doing CPR on him for 10 minutes. I asked if there was a heartbeat and he said no. I told him he's gone. He was taking it very hard. He cleaned him up and wrapped him in a blanket and said he was going to sleep with him one more time...then bury him at the shop in the morning.

Sweet little Puck. Such a good loyal friend...he was a lifeline. he will be missed very much. Goodbye little man.







Take care,
Lisa