One year ago on this day, I lost my precious little boy, Spanky to PDE.

He had only been diagnosed with PDE for two short weeks before the horrible disease took him away from me. It was undoubtedly the worst day of my life... a nightmare come true...I held Spanky in my arms and wept as the doctor gave him the injection that set him free to go to the Rainbow Bridge. A part of me died when Spanky died.

Spanky was such a good little boy...so full of life and always happy! He was so sweet and funny! The pain of losing him hasn't gone away and I miss him today as much as ever.


Spanky,
Hey little guy! I just want to tell you how much your sister, Molly and I love and miss you. I am so sorry that you had to go through what you did. I am so sorry that the doctors couldn't do anything to help you. Please know that I did what I thought was best for you.

Because of you, Spanky, three pugs who didn't have anywhere to live or anyone to love them found forever homes. Your Grandma Charlene adopted Nickolas and Ruby, and I adopted Nelson.... all because of you! So, your illness and your death were not in vain. Even though you suffered my sweet little boy, you ended up helping others.

I know that you've got lots of puggie friends at the Rainbow Bridge and that you're probably busy running, wrestling, and playing... but please don't forget about Molly and me. Every now and then send a little tail-wag and a bark our way to let us know that you're thinking of us. We will never forget you, Spanky and we will never, ever stop loving you!

Your mommy, Denise and your sister, Molly

(The pictures below were taken with my camera phone during the two weeks that Spanky lived with PDE)


A very sick Spanky after his overnight stay in the ICU, & Molly trying to figure out what's wrong with her brother.


Sleep tight, precious little boy...


I used to sit outside on the porch with Spanky on my lap during the two weeks that he had PDE... he was too sick and scared to do it by himself... but he LOVED to see what was going on outside. Here he is in "our chair."


After one of our daily trips to Starbucks. I always let Spanky have the whipped cream from my frappucino. The Starbucks girls eventually got to where they gave Spanky his own cup of whipped cream. They cried when they learned of his death.


Spanky....during a walk just before he passed away...


I couldn't bear to leave my sick little boy home alone while I worked, so I smuggled him into work with me for two days. This picture was taken just a few days before Spanky died.



Although it's blurry, this picture this the most precious to me...Spanky is giving me a kiss. (He gave the greatest kisses!)



Thank you everyone at Pug Village for being my strength and support system through such a horrible nightmare. I will always be grateful to you!