Birthday: March 1st 1995 Likes: I like to sleep most of the day, when I'm not eating or begging for food that is. I'm hungry. Whatsa got to eat? Pet-Peeves: Having that stupid Frankie in the house. I'm the queen bee! Arf! I do not like you to pet me on the head. However, you are welcome to touch it or rub my belly - heaven! Favorite Toy: Miss Piggie. I chew on my piggie and make piggie noises. This puts me to sleep. Favorite Food: Like I said. Whatsa got? Favorite Walk: Walk?????? Best Tricks: Lookin' darn cute. Arrival Story: Mommie wanted a dog because she was sad her mommie was sick. She had cats but you know how cats are. She needed some doggy luving. She hadn't had a dog since she was a little girl and only for two days before her daddy told her mommy she had to go back. She was a spaniel.
She couldn't decide what she wanted but she wanted a small dog. Then she remembered that her daddy had a fat, old pug named Suzy. She liked Suzy's face so decided that is what she wanted.
She went to the pet store and there I was. A tiny little girl surrounded by boys. Mommie does not like boy dogs because they tend to do things that, well, boys tend to do. I was so fat and round I rolled on to my back and couldn't turn over. That was it for her.
Home I went. Mommie had taken to calling her mommie Little Missy. So little missy because Misty. At first mommie was surprised. Cats are quiet, clean, and don't smell. They don't drool or pass gas in polite company. Cats - yeew. What's wrong with a little gas between friends? It means you are comfortable with each other! Mommie is now used to the gas, snoring, shedding, barking, marking of territory (I lift my leg - a good one on mommie, huh?), and general bossing (or trying to) her around. Ha! Arf! Forums Motto: Misty - Ooooh, Just Touch It! The Groups I'm In: For The Love Of Pug! (FLOP), Pugapalooza, Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters The Last Forum I Posted In: How did you do it?
Let's just say I like you to touch it. If you accidentally or something accidentally touches it, I stop still and get a silly look on my face. Oh, please just touch it. Arf!
Today, Mommy and Daddy let me go to heaven. I haven't been doing too well. Mommy thought she would have to let me go in January but she couldn't bear it so with some steriods and antibotics I was able to get almost 5 more months of doing what I did best - eat, sleep, and try to boss everybody around.
Mommy let me eat whatever I wanted two times a day...gone was the dry food, instead, I got chicken, steak, and canned food mixed with nice and tasty soft dry food (and Frankie couldn't have any of it thrrrppppptttt to her ha! ha!). Mommy carried me up and down the stairs because I couldn't quite do it anymore.
I had a tumor, too, and the doctor warned that it might burst. Well it did. Mommy tried cleaning and packing the wound everyday but she knew it was too late. And because I had 15 glorious years, Mommy decided she wasn't going to make me suffer with heroic measures.
This weekend when I couldn't even stand to do my business, she knew it was time. She gave me a bath and wrapped me up in a nice warm towel and let me sit in the sun. Then she emailed the doctor and said it was time. When mommy came home, I had rallied round!
When mommy took me to the doctor she hesitated but she knew I would have some good days and bad days and then it would be more bad days than good ones. She knew when I had bad ones, I had trouble standing, I was confused, and I would get a little agitated (but I never stopped wanting to eat!!!!!). The doctor told her she was making the right decision.
The doctor gave me a shot that made me really sleepy. I stumbled and then lay down and relaxed. I snorted and snored some, but my eyes were still open. Mommy and daddy were crying and stroking me. Mommy whispered that it was time to transition (she's so Zen...Namaste!).
The doctor came in and warned them. She said she would give me some anesthesia that I wouldn't wake up from, but she warned mommy and daddy that I might jerk, even howl, and soil myself. It could be distressing. Mommy and daddy decided they didn't want to see something that would make them think I was suffering.
My ashes are going to be spread in a garden with other little doggies and cats. Mommy and daddy both cried all the way home and mommy sobbed downstairs by herself. Daddy got out pictures and boy was I one cute puggy. Mommy and daddy had taken a lot of pictures of me. There I am in my biker leather for Halloween! And there I am with Santa with my red sweater. And here's a picture of me with Miss Piggie which I may or may not have buried in the backyard (hmmmm?). And there I am having a birthday party. Oh no! There is that stupid Frankie, but I have to say she was pretty darn cute, too, but not as cute as me because mommy loves Puggies the best!!!
Mommy always says she knows she has to hold those that go to heaven before her in her heart. Mommy is holding me there until she can see me again. She hopes I come to her in her dreams. Last week Cujo the cat (she just hated me...I don't know why...maybe because she was first and I invaded her space like Frankie did mine?) visited her last week and Cujo went to heaven a long time ago after 18 years.
Well mommy said that she and I had a good run together for 15 years. Mommy has a good visual memory and can conjure me up whenever she wants to see me. Mommy hopes that she'll come across something and smell me or something. Maybe one of my baby dolls.
Anyway, I'll be waiting for her....and that stupid Frankie, too.
I am getting on in doggie years. My legs don't work so good but because mommie and daddie make sure I stay slim I can still get around but I am wobbly. I fall on my butt when I try to scratch myself. But I still beg for food and mommy gives me treats. I still feel I am the boss. Sometimes I have accidents on the floor but mommie doesn't get mad at me. Mommie and daddie have to help me up and down the stairs. But I am healthy and doing okay.
Mommie and Daddy thought I was a goner. Mommie let me and Frankie outside. Mommie came back to let us in but forgot about me! I am deaf, old, and a little sleepy. Maybe I was asleep under the step. I can't remember. Anyway, mommie went downstairs but all the while thought she could hear me upstairs (maybe she's old and senile?). Later Frankie had to make tee-tee (this goes on all day...in and out, in and out). Frankie came back inside, then mommie noticed I wasn't begging for one of the porkchops she keeps in her pockets.
Where was I????? Mommie found me huddled on the stairs. It was cold out. Mommie rubbed me and hugged me, although I hate being picked up. I went in my crate and fell asleep. Daddy came home and checked on me and my tail was down (it is so sad to see a Pug tail down). Mommie and daddy tried to give me tidbits. They even tried to entice me with a rib bone. Nothing.
They thought uh-oh, this is it for Misty the Pug. Mommie took still and movie pictures of me! Mommie thought, she's not ready yet to let me go. She wants at least 5 more years!!! It was too late at night so they let me go back to my crate. Mommie worried all night and thought she would find me cold and stiff in the morning. Well I was cold and stiff. Stiff 'cause I'm up there in years and cold because its cold in the mornings. But I was my usual self - barking, trying to boss around anybody, and begging for food.
Ha-ha fooled mommie. I was angry with her and that'll teach her to pay attention to where I am!!! - Misty
