This is such a hard post to write. We said goodbye to our beloved dog Puggly on Monday. He was diagnosed with a tumour last July and had been doing OK on medication until recent weeks. The awful decision had to be made. He really had no quality of life towards the end, and it was the kindest thing to do, it doesn’t make things any easier though.
We adopted Puggly in 2005, he was a pug crossed with something else, and just the most placid, loveable, happy, fun, dog that you could imagine. A real character of a dog.
We hadn’t planned to get another dog, we’ve had Rocket since 2010 when we adopted him from the pound, but Puggly was running around outside our house and almost got hit by a bus, so Lucy took him in, and the rest as they say, is history.
We had so many fun times with him, he used to ‘purr’ when he was stroked. We thought it was growling at first but then we realised he was happy. He would bite his leg whenever he needed to scratch. He’d run around in circles when he saw the lead. He’d also try his hardest to slip the lead and run away, one day he ended up in the middle of mass and I had to do the walk of shame down the aisle to get him, where he was enjoying a belly rub.
Life will never be the same without him, and he’s left a paw marked shape on our hearts. We’ll never forget our Mr. Pugs. A dog in a million.