This tribute page is to all of you, may you find peace at Rainbow
Bridge. May loving hands and lots of treats and toys await
every one of you as you enter.
Please send any entries to Karen Powers, Founder GMPR at
vtpugs@charter.net

I
hadn’t really thought that much about pugs until my son Owen, who
was in seventh grade, said he wanted one. You have to understand
that Owen is obsessed, In first grade he came home from school all
starry-eyed after his music teacher brought in a child-sized violin.
He has played the violin ever since.
All we heard about were pugs. We didn’t want a puppy and found GMPR
through Petfinder.com. We were lucky to adopt Ophelia through GMPR
in September 2005. She came home and joined our dogs, Hero (a
terrier, who is now 12) and Beatty (Beatrice, a cattle dog who is
now 7), both of whom were adopted from shelters – Beatty was a
rescue dog.
It took Ophelia a long time to warm up to us. Immediately, upon her
arrival, she established herself on Owen’s bed. Taking her outside
during the day, meant following her on a tour around the downstairs
followed by a climb upstairs and into Owen’s room, where we would
pluck her from his pillow and take her out. This went on for months.
Owen and his pug were a hit with the girls. We often referred to
Ophelia as “Owen’s babe magnet.” She was even responsible for a
local girl getting a pug after she fell in love with her. Owen went
from being a little boy with a pug to being a teenager almost
six-feet tall.
At some point, Ophelia discovered our king-sized bed and abandoned
Owen. She took a shine to Alan (Owen’s dad) and would follow him
everywhere when he got home from work. He would often say, “I just
don’t get it,” but he got a kick out of her sitting it the kitchen
watching him make supper or following him around the yard. Often,
her paws were green from walking through the freshly cut grass. She
was content to just sit near him when he read the newspaper.
She found two buddies in our other two dogs and an antagonist in our
cat April who would stalk her. April finally settled down and the
two could even find themselves sleeping on the same bed or couch.
Our new kitten Xu and Ophelia got along famously.
Ophelia was afraid of people, but not large animals like horses or
sheep or goats or other big dogs. She always looked like one of the
gang about to have a great time when she was with other animals.
We loved how the dogs would pile out the back door like a scene in a
James Herriott book. They would race around the yard, hang out in
the garden and greet customers at the greenhouse.
I don’t have to tell all of you all the endearing traits of a pug
and Ophelia had many of them. She was quite pretty and loved her
nylon bone. Owen and I took her to the pug social and she, although
subdued, looked great and seemed to like the other pugs.
She also had a voracious appetite and expanding waistline and we had
to carefully monitor all the dogs’ food. Owen and his Aunt Jody
would take the three dogs on a daily winter walk through our meadows
on the VAST trail where they would race around in the packed snow.
Ophelia’s devotion to Alan ended her short life. He was moving snow
fence in the truck and she ran over to where he was parked and he
didn’t see her. She was killed instantly.
In shock, we drove over to the high school to pick up Owen after
school and break the news to him. While we were gone, his two
brothers had dug a hole for her under the apple tree near the
garden.
She looked asleep on her pink and white fluffy bed as we placed her
in the ground. Through the tears, we noticed the beautiful sunset.
The dogs were under the apple tree and the cats were in the garden.
We all miss her.
—Heidi Racht, Huntington

Moxie
adopted 5/2005...passed 4/25/08
Our sweet little Moxie has crossed the rainbow bridge. She passed
gently in her Daddy's arms early Friday morning with her Mommy and
all her puggy siblings by her side. She had heart failure. She was
15 years young and she left us much to soon. She came to us a short
3 years ago in May with her brother Newton. I nicked named her Moxie
May. They started out as foster pugs but it was love at first sight
and a few months later we adopted them both. Moxie loved carrots,
her Saturday night pop corn and her bedtime biscuit. She always
started getting ready for bed early just to get her treat and then
it was off to her favorite spot on our bed. She was such a wonderful
little angle and was such a sweetheart. She was deaf but could read
our hand signals. She lived up to her name ....she sure had Moxie
and when she wanted something we'd hear her loud and clear. Our
hearts are broken but we know that our Benny greeted her at the
bridge and together they will wait for us. Till then my sweet sweet,
Moxie May, you and Benny take good care of each other and we'll see
you again. We will forever love and miss you.

Hello,
It is with unbearable sadness that I must write to tell you that our
little Joey passed away at 18 1/2 years old late Christmas evening!
If you recall Joey had won your 'Special Award for The Oldest Pug
Attending the 2007 GMPR Pug Social' on September 22,2007.
Without going into to much details (because I can't bring myself to
at this time!) our boy had recently been having some problems and
with that said...we decided (at 18 1/2!) he could pretty much have
anything he wanted as far as food goes! (the only "people

food"
our boys ever get is carrots! and even those are organic only!)
So....never knowing it was going to be his very last night with
us...I gave Joey a piece of my Filet Mignon dinner! Well...he liked
it so much that one piece turned to two...then three...four...and so
on...and so on...and finally....Joey had finished the rest of my
Filet Mignon!
He was such a good boy! He never did anything wrong! Anyone that
knew Joey just loved him! He just had that kind of personality!
Starting in May and ending at the very end of October we took a
three hour drive from our home in Middletown, New York to Dorset,
Vermont (several miles from Manchester) every single weekend and
Joey just LOVED IT!! He and his brother Bernie (who is 13 1/2) love
Vermont so much!!
I'm attaching a picture of Joey sitting outside in Vermont in
October and a picture we used of the boys for our Christmas card
this year that was taken on 12/9/07. Joey is on the left) Joey's
Daddy Henry, his brother Bernie and myself are missing him and
mourning him terribly!!
Marlene Pinto

Nicky Palumbo
1996 – 2007
In loving memory of "Moe" Varmette
Moe
was the worlds most beloved pug lover. He always was smiling- all
throughout the pain and suffering the past year has given him. He
struggled and fought cancer to the end. It took his body but could
not take his spirit. Moe told Mary that he was GONNA come to the
pug social this year- no matter what. He was released from the
hospital just days before it and we worried he would not make it.
True to the man he was- he was there with Mary and their pugs Lucy,
Lilly and Patty Ann. A true friend to all, and we all loved him
through and through. A huge pug lover- he adored his pugs and
coming to the social was one of his best times.
We got the news late last night through Mary that Moe passed away
at 4:00 PM yesterday 11/11/07. GMPR is honored to bring a
contingency of board members to the wake Weds night and funeral
Thursday. To say thanks to the big guy for all the laughter, jokes,
stories ( GO SOX) and great times. These memories will see us all
through. We will see you again my dear friend...of that I am sure.
Some gmpr folks wanted to donate to gmpr in memory of Maurice so we
are putting the paypal button here to help our vet fund for needy
pugs. He was a firm supporter of GMPR and a way for those of you
that were blessed to know him- to remember him by. Helping one pug
at a time..
In
Memory of Ed:
You were such a joy to us for a little more than 4 years.
Ed came to us the end of June,2003. He was sight and hearing
impaired, but it never slowed him down. Over time he lost both his
sight and hearing, but still got around. He was such an impressive
little dog. Wiggled his way into your heart.
My Dad lived in assisted living in Burl. Ed would go visit, all the
residents loved him. They all wanted to hold and love him. He would
snuggle into who ever had him.
About 3 months ago, Ed started having trouble with his bladder. We
did everything the Vet said, but nothing worked. The weight loose
came next, along with walking and eating.
We are so blessed to have had Ed for those 4 short years. He always
enjoyed a ride in the car, and in the summer the stop at the Creme
stand for a chance to for lick the bottom of the bowl. I miss
hearing him walking around the house, wanting to get up on the sofa,
and the hoarse bark, when he came in from outside wanting a treat.
Last Tues, Nov 13 th at 9:30, Ed crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. I
held him all the way..........my tears dripping on his face.
Eddie we miss you..........................
We had to let our little man go on July 26 2007. The Alzheimer got
the best of him and it went so quick. I We could not make this
wonderful little old man who gave so much love suffer. Our hearts are
broken and the house is not the same. We miss him soooo much.
Benny Rescued 2003
Adopted 2003...passed 2007
We will miss you terribly but know we will be together again.
We love you Benny!
Love Mommy, Daddy & all your brother & sisters.
A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm, and where I was fed.
Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn't belong,
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life beyond this cage.
You took me home, gave me food and a bed,
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived most of my life with another,
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can give,
To you, my dear person, as long as I live.
I may be with you for a week, or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.
And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
And I will brag to all who will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear.
It is with great great sorrow that I have to announce the
passing of my little angle, P2. He passed away today of
congentive heart failure. He was such a sweet little man who
was very attached to me soon after I bought him home. He was a
big part of my family and even though I had him a little less
than a year, I loved him like I had him forever. I will forever
love him.
Please say a prayer for him as he passes through the gates into
dog heaven.
Nancy

Shmalz Amato
August 13, 2003-December 4, 2006
Shmalz was our beloved pug. He left us suddenly after 3 short
years.
He was loved by everyone he met. Shmalz-y was so affectionate
just waiting for you to hold him or put him in your lap. He was
our first baby. He loved his blueberry pancakes and endless
bowls of water. If we could have kept him forever, we would
have. There will never be another dog like him. His loss is
hurting us more than we ever could have imagained because of how
special he really was. Hope to see you again Shmalz.
We miss you more than you know. There is a piece of you
everywhere we go. We love you!
Tasha
came to GMPR an owner surrender. She was lovingly fostered by Jim
Wright and cared for. She went in to have her spay done and ran into
complications. They had to go back in and find out where she was
bleeding from. She died last night at 9:30 with the vet by her side.
The last 30 minutes she was having bloody diarrhea so the vet said
that there must have been a serious underlying condition. Her pre
surgery blood work showed nothing. Its one of those things you
question- why!!! She was a loving little girl who gave love to all
around her and her former owner is grieving too. She wanted the best
life had to offer too and knew she would be lovingly spoiled in GMPR's
care. We are deeply saddened to learn of her passing. May she run free
with all the other pugs at the Rainbow Bridge and be happy once more.
From all of us at GMPR- run free baby girl.

9/17/06 Today was a very sad day for the GMPR family. We lost one of
our puppymill pugs from Missouri. Fay Ray came to us on the 10th of
September with 4 other pugs. She was healthy looking and barking up a
storm as if to say I am here and I love life! On Sunday the 17th she
was rushed to the emergency vet on call having difficulty breathing.
She died that night but was never alone. My vet Rob Hoppe was with her
to the end. While I am angry that she never had the loving adopted
home- she did know love for the last few weeks she was free from the
puppymill life of hell.
I ordered a necropsy done and this is what they found. Her heart was
severely enlarged, wall was very thick. Left ventricle almost non
existent, too tiny for blood to flow smoothly through. Right ventricle
was flabby and enlarged.. Her right lung was like a liver- meaty
looking- very unusual for a lung! Also blood was pooling in there from
the heart. Her larynx was extremely hard- too hard to get a tube it
intubate her even. This was not due to being postmortem either. Her
trachea had a 1.5 inch beet red area very meaty but no known reason
why. No tumors present at all. Collapsed trachea on one side. Not
caused by the normal collapsing trachea pugs can get. Cause of death
was ether a heart attack or suffocation.
She will remain in our hearts forever. I have asked for her to be
privately cremated and will be laid to rest soon on a mountain top
overlooking the fall foliage in the valley below. Run free baby girl-
you were one special foster to both Marge and I. Karen Powers

A
letter to Chase
Hello My Little Chasey Bug,
Just wanted to let you know that mom and I miss you so very much.
Barkley does too and I know this because I saw tears on his cheeks
were he was crying as I was the day after we found you.
You died early on a Sunday morning in your sleep. I found you in
the little bed by the fire place were you and Barkley like to nap on
the cold winter days waiting for me to come home. You always greeted
me at the stairs and talked to me about how your day was. That Barkley
did this and Barkley did that, and you were happy to see me home.

I am finding it hard to sleep with out you beside me were you always
were, or you asking me if you could come up into the bed when you
could easily jumped up by your self but had to have me lift you up
every night. Sometimes I still hear and feel you scratching at
the bed asking to come up were you belong. Or the kisses you gave me
every morning greeting the new day of puggy advancers.
We laid you to rest out in the backyard were you and Barkley would
go on pug patrol, exploring what the new day had brought you two.
Barkley does it alone now and he's different about doing it. Think
he's looking for his best buddy, but he knows were you are. You and
Barkley were like our children sweetie. We called you two "The Boys"
and sometimes when we were talking about you two people thought we
were talking about our children,
With all my love
and till I am with you again.
and I know you will be waiting for me :o)
Love dad
Chase
adopted
6/11/05
Passed
7/16/06
I
remember the first time I met Gracie. Two and a half years ago, Green
Mountain Pug Rescue's Phil and Judy Douglas, and Grace's foster
parents, the Hallagans, and I met at the McDonald's in White River
Junction, VT so I could bring Grace back to New Hampshire with me to
her "forever home." When I held Grace that morning, I thought she was
growling at me, but everybody laughed, and told me no-"She's snorting.
That's what pugs do." Ever since, those sounds have been music to my
ears, and each day I'd remind her how much I loved her darling little
noises. Her sneezes were the most precious, even when she sneezed in
my face.
She was blind when my husband and I adopted her, had disk fusion in
her back, and arthritic hips. Despite her disabilities, she never
seemed bothered by any of her ailments. In recent months, however,
Gracie took a turn for the worse. She had become almost deaf, and the
arthritis in her hips had grown more severe-sometimes they just gave
out on her. When I felt some lumps beneath the fur of her chest, I
took her to the vet, and an x-ray confirmed that her lungs were filled
with tumors. The doctor gave her a shot of Cortisone and a
prescription for Prednisone, and told me that Grace might have three
weeks to live. She stayed with us for another six days.
And
it was on this sixth day that a decision had to be made. She coughed
incessantly, and could not seem to catch her breath. For the most
part, she had also stopped eating and had not gone to the bathroom in
almost twenty-four hours. At one point, she started wailing, either
out of fear or pain, and that's when we knew it was time for her to
go. Dr. Boardman put her to rest, and Grace died peacefully in my arms
Sunday evening, July 30.
Like the proud mother I am, I took hundreds of pictures of Grace. I
saved all of her whiskers that I found while cleaning. I now look
longingly at all of her beautiful sweaters, and picture how cute she
looked wearing them. I have a wealth of memories to last me a
lifetime. But the one thing that I miss with every ounce of my
being-and can not bring back in any way-is her smell. There was
nothing more comforting than sticking my nose in her soft fur and
taking a deep breath. I did this when I was stressed, or when I
couldn't sleep, and it instantly made me feel better. I can't smell
her in the house anymore, and that's the most difficult part of losing
her.
Aside from her unconditional love and constant companionship, the
lessons I learned from Gracie were profound. Here's one that comes to
mind: At first I felt badly watching her bounce all over the house
because she couldn't see. I thought that if I was her, I might be
content just to sit in my bed where I knew nothing would hurt me. For
a great portion of my life, that's exactly how I did live, scared of
the greater world. But Grace was like a billiards ball. She'd bounce
off something and immediately try another direction or approach to get
to where she needed to be. And I thought, if she could do it blind, I
could most certainly do it sighted. She taught me to never let
anything block my path, or discourage my progress. I've become far
less fearful of my own journey through life.
I want to thank everyone at GMPR for their love and support during
this grievous time, and everyone at Brattleboro Veterinary Clinic (Dr.
Boardman, Dr. Sandy, Dr. Sorton, Michelle, and Jessica) for the tender
way they cared for Grace over the years, and for their sensitivity
regarding her death. Most of all, I want to thank Grace herself for
the two and half years of my life in which I felt the most loved and
adored.

5/4/06---
meet Moe- he was saved from a puppymill and rescued. The angel that
rescued her helped him get to GMPR. For a new start and loving home
and life. He had 8 teeth left and they all crumbled in the vets
hands--he had been honking ,gagging and coughing at my home when I got
him so I kept him away from my pugs and got him to the vets ASAP. They
said no its just an elongated soft palate. They did his dental and
took out the remaining teeth and his neutering. He was up on his feet
and fine giving kisses and the vet called and asked if I could keep
him overnight there as he was still groggy- sure I said.. She went
back to him and he was gone. CPR - did everything- nothing. I felt
horrible... But I learned that life is not fair a LONG time ago. At
least he had a few days of knowing what love was... Its something to
get me through. He was an amazing pug full of life and love.. I was
honored to foster him- if only for a little bit!! Karen Powers
Lord
Jeffrey "Jeff" 4 August 1990 - 1 May 2006
We adopted Jeff from GMPR as an older adoptee on 10 July 2003. He was
almost 13 years old. He was a wonderful addition to our family and
will be greatly missed by all who knew and loved him, which includes
his pug brother, Winston, and Bernese Mountain Dog sister, Clementine.
He was extremely easy to care for and was always eager to please.
Thank you, Karen, for giving our family the opportunity to care for
Jeff during his last 3 years on this earth.
It was a beautiful, warm day when Jeff entered Heaven.
- Lynn & Greg (Vermont)
To
our dog loving friends,
Well,
Monday night (march 27th 2006)Belle’s lymph nodes (Lymphoma) were
swollen in her neck so much that they made her breathing very
difficult. This happened right after supper, and came on very quickly.
She was moaning and gasping for air, so we called the vet to our house
and he put her to sleep in Jeanne’s arms. She was very peaceful. We
are greatly saddened by her passing, and will miss her so much, but
are so happy we had the last few weeks with her. Every day was a
special gift, in spite of the fact we knew she was going soon.
Sadly,
Frank & Jeanne

Hello
-
I am sad to say that our beloved family pug, Chelsea, was put to sleep
last week (Jan 12th). She turned 15 last November, and even then she
still was doing her sit/stay tricks for a treat (although she had to
watch for fuzzy hand signals, since her hearing was gone).
She was able to enjoy a wonderful Christmas with the entire family;
only in the last few weeks did she appear to feel pain from her
illness.
She came to our family as a puppy, and we were so grateful for the
time we had. It is amazing how close these pugs can get to your heart!
She didn't come to us through GMPR, but she is how we all fell in love
with all things pug...
We
are back from Cape Cod and sadly, we have lost our beloved pug
from GMPR, Cassie. She died peacefully in her sleep of what
seemed to be a stroke or heart failure two weeks ago. She had
enjoyed her second summer at Cape Cod with her family-us humansJ
and Pug brother, Buddy, age 9 and her old Collie brother,
Barron, age 14 ½. Chris held her in his arms, while mom called
for help and tucked her in her little bed.
We drove 50 miles to the Boston area at 5 a.m., but she had crossed
to the Rainbow Bridge by the time we arrived at the emergency clinic.
She was a sweet girl who we adored and will forever be in our hearts.
Our sadness hasn’t ended because yesterday, we lost our wonderful
Barron. He was a love and we were so lucky to have enjoyed his
wonderful self for almost 15 years.
We
adopted him at age 1 when his owners didn’t want him due to a broken
leg, which prohibited him from being a show dog. We took him in and
got him the help he needed. Later in life, he survived a risky surgery
at Cornell University Veterinary Hospital for a tumor from Cushing
Disease. He had four wonderful years after that…so the Tammar family
is very sad, but we feel very honored to be the human family of two
wonderful dogs. Buddy is here with us and we are taking comfort in
happy memories of the three of them romping through the house.
We know we’ll all be together again someday… Please pass our news
and a photo on. The Tammar Family in Schenectady, NY

Pat Tammar
“BECKIE” 1/17/97 – 7/11/05 “Free At Last”
GMPR
was deeply saddened to learn of the tragic death of one of our
precious rescued pugs. Beckie survived 8 long years in a
Maryland puppymill. Puppy mills are known for their inhumane
conditions, but this particular puppy mill is one of the most
despicable operating today.
Beckie lived in her own filth, sleeping in it, having litter after
litter of puppies in it. Lacking proper nourishment, she ate her own
feces. Fear and frustration and being caged every day of her life
caused her to spin in circles for hours. She never knew human
kindness, only cruelty. Worn out and no longer able to produce
puppies, she was sent to an auction. Beckie was purchased by the
Maryland Pug Rescue.
Maryland Pug Rescue asked GMPR for help because they had too many
pugs and not enough resources. Last February, Beckie and 2 other pugs
arrived in VT. Right from the start we knew Beckie was going to
require tremendous patience and work. She was adopted, only to be
returned after 3 weeks because of her disgusting potty habits. After 8
years of living in filth, Beckie had lost the natural instinct to keep
her bed clean. She would spin so hard in a crate that she would knock
it over. Beckie was adopted by Marybeth Barselle on 4/7/05. Beckie
died on 7/11/05 after being poisoned with antifreeze. She knew love
and human kindness for just a few short months. Rest in Peace “Beckie
Girl.”

I am here
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peek.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to
me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your
key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to
see.
Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with
me.
Our
Princess Sasha
Sasha was born in Canada on July 21, 2002. We took Sasha home
when she was 8 weeks old. She was our first pug.
Sasha was beautiful and very very smart. She was "potty" trained
in just 4 days. (This is huge for pugs). All our attention was
with Sasha. We bought her at least one toy every week…she was so
spoiled. We took her for a walk every day which kept her very
fit. Sasha did not care too much for other dogs, and hated cars
and anything that drove by our house. She was a barker and very
territorial. But despite that, everybody who met her adored her.
One year after we got Sasha, we got another pug. We named him
Sammy and he was actually Sasha’s biological brother (same
parents, different litter) The 2 became best friends and did
everything together.
My life pretty much revolved around the pugs (aside fro my
kids). We joined the pug meet up group in Manchester and got
involved with other pug owners. I think this was the best thing
I did for my pugs and myself. The funny thing is that Sasha
actually was fine with her fellow breed during the playgroup
meetings.
Sasha developed PDE (Pug Dog Encephalitis) this past March. We
did not know much about this disease, but we quickly learned
that it was deadly and there was nothing any doctor could do.
Our princess died on March 25, 2005. Sasha was only 2 and half
years old. My whole family is still devastated about our loss.
Sam is still waiting for her to come home.
Sasha was cremated and her ashes were returned to us on April 9,
2005.
Sasha is on the right in this picture- she belonged to Wayne and
Sunita Bicchieri and daughters Manisha and Cassandra and pugs
Sammy and Raisin

The GMPR family has lost
another of their sweet pugs. “Moose” Douglas crossed the Rainbow
Bridge January 14, 2004. Moose came into GMPR Board Members Phil
& Judy’s life when a friend let them know that this wonderful
pug was sitting in a shelter in Upland, C
A, close to where they
lived. As soon as they laid eyes on him, it was mutual “love at
first sight.” Moose made the trip east in 2002 when Phil & Judy
left California to move to Vermont and he soon became a regular
at all the GMPR events.
In 2003 Moose got cancer. After his surgery to remove a mast
cell tumor, he made 6 monthly trips to Boston with Judy for his
chemotherapy treatments. Moose thought the trips were
mini-vacations away from Lucy and Trigger since he was getting
such special treatment that included a long ride, lunch at a
rest stop and a McDonald’s ice cream cone. He kept that “kibble
and bits, kibble and bits” prance in his gait right up to the
end, never letting the cancer get him down.
Surgery and chemotherapy cured his cancer, but also weakened his
collapsing trachea, which caused him to struggle to get air and
cough almost continually. The strain finally weakened Moose to
the point where he was not able to continue the good life. He
was such a friendly boy that everyone who met him loved him. We
will all miss you Moose, but we take comfort in knowing that you
now give classes on good behavior to all the pugs that have
crossed the bridge before you.
We just got
the word that our little Taz man- our Tasmanian devil - has gone
to the rainbow bridge. Gayle Lyman was his foster mommy and was
in the process of adopting him when he passed on. He was outside
playing in the snow and yelped once and that was all. Little Taz
man was a adorable little terrier/pug mix. He disliked children
and would snap at them without warning:) Gayle loved his antics
and decided he was home.
He was a TJO dog that was going to be euphonized so GMPR raced
to save him from certain death. Gayle got him and he never left
her side, though he did not like kids- he loved her and Bill. He
was her little buddy- her little man.
We remember you Taz- the little tiny man with a huge attitude
and tons of spunk. Rest in peace and run with the big dogs now:)
GMPR will never forget you buddy!!

The below message is by
Chi Chi about Percy:
Percy was a ten year old Cushing's dog who had diabetes and
things like that. What I miss most about Percy is when he would
always sleep either on the bed and hog the bed, sleep against
the closet and break it, sleep on his special pillow or sleep in
front of the back door to sun bathe. He was my first dog as a
kid and even though we only had him for a year we still had
really good times with him. what made us laugh a lot is when you
got him hyper or you made a loud noise like a doorbell, he would
run around in circles and run so fast he would bump into
something. where ever you went in the house he would be right
there by your side literally, he would even go under your your
legs and we got so used to him going under us we would
automatically do that when he came through. we didn't care we
just wanted him to be happy after we found out that he passed
away we decided that it would be best to have a urn made just
for him so he could sit in the computer/ piano room while either
my mom or I write something because he used to always sit on our
feet as we typed on the computer or played the piano while he
was alive. I miss him everyday. Chi Deyo
THE END


Memories of Gizmo
Adopted 12/24/00 at age 13 and died
5.26.04 surrounded by his loving family.
Gizmo
came to us Christmas Eve 2000 as an older pug. He was
blessed to have been taken from a kill shelter and placed
in our loving arms and home. For the next few years he saw
more siblings join our home and welcomed them all in and
even tolerated the fosters that came and went. He loved to
snore, would rub his face into the covers at bedtime and
this I will remember and miss the most. Coming home to see
him lopping towards me
tail
wagging made our hearts soar. He was having trouble with
his back legs and we took him to acupuncture once a week
and put him on some homeopathic supplements and all. We
did all we could for our little man. We all loved him - he
was the king of the castle here and got special treats the
other pugs did not. His last few months here with us he
was slowing down, having hard times walking and could not
get up at times no matter where he was. It was the hardest
thing I have ever done to call our beloved
vet and friend Rob to help us see him to the bridge here
at home where he was surrounded by love. We will miss you
our main man, our baby G and the lord of the castle here.
Words can't express our sorrow right now. We know that you
are running with the big dogs and happy to be able to do
so now. We will always love you. I know your spirit is
always here with us,
enabling us to continue our pug
rescue work in your name. Rest in peace and have fun at
the bridge- we will see you again!!
lovingly remembered and missed by Karen
Powers, Darin Martell, Nate Powers & Tony Powers and the
pugs Ebony, Molly and foster pug Benny and cats bridget
and tipster:) |

Spike
Douglas - 1986 - 2003
Devoted Friend and Companion for 16 years. The best little
dog there ever was. "My little dog -- a heartbeat at my
feet." -- Edith Wharton...
Chica Amiga Mitchell 6/96-4/03

Chica
was my best friend. She had many health problems in her
short life, but she never was too sick to
cheer me up or make
me laugh!!! I sometimes still feel her curl up to me
when I drift off to sleep.
Peace
to you Chica girl and lotsa treats, plump pillows, sunbeams,
and lazy days forever!!! You are missed!!!
Tina
Mitchell

Rosie Douglas
- Adopted 4/7/95 from Little Angels Pug Rescue. Crossed the
Rainbow Bridge 10/9/00. She belonged to
Judy & Phil Douglas and is missed dearly.
August 11, 2003
Tribute to Hazel Hazel
It was just about a year ago right now, mid August, that Hazel
Hazel
was battling for her life. She came into Pug Rescue with a
liver shunt
problem that was severe and that caused many seizures that
were very
difficult to watch. Green Mountain Pug Rescue rallied around
her and a
massive fund raising drive was initiated. Folks from all over
responded
with support, prayers and donations. Hazel Hazel was driven
to N.H.
where she underwent surgery with the very best of surgeons
and
neurologists taking care of her.

While
under our foster care, we drove to N.H. many times with
her and towards the end, we even went down to just
be with
her, to sing to her and to help her with gentle exercises
as a way towards rehabilitation. But, it was not to be.
Hazel Hazel
died on September 3 after a valiant fight. She did not
die in vain.
Pug Rescue has established a Hazel Hazel Memorial Fund for
very ill
pugs, pugs with a life threatening illness or a catastrophic
illness.
All of the available funds were used recently on Edward.
He came into
our rescue as a sorry looking little waif, no weight on his
bones and
all else much neglected. The Hazel Hazel fund was utilized
to give him
all of the best care and Edward was adopted by the wonderful
Gibbs
family and is thriving and obviously, looks very happy!
Our board has since voted to allot 10% of all donations collected
to the Hazel Hazel Fund but we are always looking for donations
specifically for that fund as well. Each time we help another
pug in
great need, we are honoring Hazel Hazel.
Joe and Jackie Vezina, Foster parents of Hazel Hazel
GMPR has just learned
of Charlie's passing. Charlie was a pug mix we placed into a
very loving home with Shirley Schneider and family in Merrimack Nh in 2002. He ate a toy piece from her son's toys and even
though she rushed him to the vets as he was not eating- xrays
taken and barium done too and they were not able to see it. Even
hospitalization did not show anything. It is a very sad day at
their household and for all of us at GMPR. Please keep them in
your prayers. Karen Powers, Founder GMPR
