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My Pug

Let me tell you about my female pug. She’s adorable. But I’m not the only person who thinks this is true. She’s all black which is really hard to find. Black pugs have quite a history.

Back in the Victorian era, if a black pug was born, it was immediately drowned so that the evil (they believed black pugs were bad luck and evil) couldn’t escape them. Fawn pugs were bred to sit on the feet of the Royals to keep them warm. Queen Victoria fell in love with the breed.

My pug is 13 years old. She is very calm, a lap warmer and my fur baby.

I have taken so many pictures of her I think the only one I am missing is an ultrasound.

She and her fawn brother chose us, way back when, so we just had to adopt them both. They were called “The Twins” and we made sure to get them spayed and neutered appropriately.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.My little pug has grown up as a very spoiled pug should. These darlings have a better diet than my husband and I do.

She and her brother were the ring barers in our wedding.

This past couple of weeks has been tough on my girl. She went to the vet for her annual exam and shots. The vet was most unhappy with her teeth. I tried when she was a puppy to regularly brush her teeth but she fought me every time. Consider a pug’s face and how small their little mouths are. They can’t even hold a tennis ball.

So, we booked a dental cleaning two days later.

The vet removed four teeth and then found the abscess on the roof of her mouth. The skin around it was diseased and to cut it out, would leave a raw area in her mouth.

We paid the bill and brought her home. When the vet called the next day, she was doing great. Within twenty-four hours, she was spitting out blood clots of all sizes. The big one’s got me worrying, but the vet office was closed.

Other than this, my favorite little pug has been a healthy pug.

So, am I dulling you with my pug? What if I told you that she is also my “Service Dog”? She somehow has the ability to sense that a seizure or panic attack is about to happen. She will make sure to stop what ever she is doing and come to me. Even if I have already taken my Meds, her presence calms me.

Forgive me for indulging in my fur baby. Believe me, it’s the least I can do…..

*Update*

I had to put my little pug to sleep this evening. The “thing” in her mouth was killing her.

We brought her home and let her brothers see her for the last time.

I held her as she took her final breath which was more of a sigh. She looked into my eyes, gave me some precious licks (kisses) and then she was gone.

I believe in the Rainbow Bridge. She’s there. I will see her again.

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