On Losing A Dog

Today was a sad day.

Phugley

05/05/03 - 01/04/12

We lost a dear friend. We lost our dog.

He was our pug.  A dog that is as stubborn as can be but will love your children to pieces.

We had good times with him, and let's be real we had bad times as well.

 He was a dear friend that the kids loved to pieces. He did not love getting his picture taken.

I am at a loss for words. I don't know what to say, I didn't know what to say to the kids when I had to tell them he was in heaven, but I do like to believe he is in a much better place.

Phugley, or big Phugs as we liked to call him is roaming around in heaven getting harassed by his two year old brother Seamus who we lost New Years Day 2007.

The death of a pet is a hard thing. You love them so much you don't want to let them go, but in the end he was sick. He was blind, deaf, and lost complete control of his bowels (disgusting I know). He no longer chewed bones (he was a fan of nylabones) and he slept 23 hours a day. He is in a much happier place right now.

So for all of you who have lost a dear pet my heart goes out to you. This is the second time it has happened to me and I feel this massive hole in my heart that I don't think will ever close.

So Phugley the Pug, I miss you, I love you, but I know you are roaming around on the other side chewing a bone and checking out all the beauty that you haven't been able to see while you were here these last few months on earth.