My sister's lovely pug, Pugsley died on Wednesday. Though she wasn't my dog, she spent a lot of time with me, and we had many 'sleepovers'. She was a dog in a million.
Pugsley was adopted when she was about 5. She had suffered a broken leg and was dumped at the SPCA when her original owner found out that she needed surgery to fix the break. Rather than spend the money Puggie was given up. However, this proved to be a wonderful thing, as my family was able to adopt this wonderful, loving dog.
Pugsley had a real way with children and she loved people. Her best times were spent walking on the beach and having a bath.
There is an empty space in my heart that was once filled by Pugsley. While I will admit that I am a cat person, Pugsley was special enough to change my mind.
Louise
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