| Kathy |
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| Pugsley passed last night 11/22/04 in his sleep. We found him in his dog bed this am. Pug will always be remembered for alerting us when the phone rang, loving his Alpo treats, and dancing in the kitchen when it was dinnertime. Chomping his jaws and just being a regular grumpy old man. I'm glad we had a chance to help him out when he needed it. I know he missed his mother terribly and he must be thrilled to be with her now. (I'm assuming she has passed) |
| Jodi |
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| I just had to PTS my little 13 year old Toy Manchester Terrier Angus yesterday. I am just now able to talk about it. Angus always was a very neat dog. I rescued him when he was 9 months old, over 12 years ago. He absolutely worshipped playing fetch with a tennis ball. He learned very quickly how to return the ball to the palm of my hand and to wait at the ready for my ever anticipated throw. He also learned how to play kickball, I could also kick the ball, (never at him,) but he was fast enough to catch it and to return it to my hand just as fast. When I tired of playing with him, he learned to run to the balcony in the apartment I had on the beach and he would so very carefully drop his tennis ball down to the balcony to the livingroom that was below and then he would race down the stairs and catch the ball before it stopped bouncing. He would do it for hours. He was so smart. I had avocado trees in my yard, and when the avocado ripened and got heavy, and fell to the ground, there was Angus. He loved them. He would carefully peel the skin from them and eat the fresh bright green avocado meat, and boy was his fur shiny and gorgeous, but his belly was big too, as that they are so fattening. Angus learned how to do flyball in two training sessions, he could do pirouettes on his two hind legs for a treat, and he was the best nighttime backwarmer that I have ever had. Before yesterday, Angus was blind in both eyes, incontinent, scared of everything especially other dogs, his kidneys were failing and he had been so aggressive toward the other dogs if they got close to him. Yesterday he got in a confrontation with one of the other dogs, he was the aggressor, but he got the bad side of it. I realized yesterday how unhappy he was, how blind he was, how scared he was, he couldn't even jump up on a couch or bed, or even find his crate or food dish on his own. I decided it was time to help him and I hated every bit of it. I called my sister today and told her that I had to pts Angus yesterday, she and I are extremely close, and she was so shocked and surprised, she could barely speak. She said that she had a dream last night that she found Angus on a beach of yellow sand, and he was not alive. I know that may sound gruesome to you, but when I got Angus when I lived on the beach in California, and his favorite pastime was to run full speed down the beach, his tiny feet spraying up the ocean, and bits of brine and sand. and seaweed. His black little eyes were so bright and intent and full of joy. That is how I remember Angus. My little spit fire. My sister did not even know this memory existed. I just think that it was a confirmation that is where he is at in his heaven. I am a bit a peace more knowing that. Thanks for letting me talk, It helps. I am thankful for my sisters dream, and I am thankful Angus is at peace, I am thankful for Taz and Daisy and Frankie my Bostons continued health, I have to remember that. Hugs, Jodi |