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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 Trent Thibault, GMPR Website Manager at
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Today our dear sweet Stewie went to the rainbow bridge. We adopted him from gmpr, he was a sweet happy boy,
unfortunately his body was riddled with arthritis and we could no longer have him suffer. We will forever have
him in our hearts, he will be missed dearly.
12-04-2013 George died today. This picture was taken a few hours before we took him to the vet. 15 plus years
was a good run. We really miss him. Thanks for helping him get into our lives.
I regret to inform you that my sweet Raisin went to the Rainbow Bridge on 9/16/2013. I adopted Raisin 2 years ago. I want
to explain exactly what having her meant to me. On January 9, 2011 my senior pug Nubbles lost his battle with cancer. I
was devastated beyond belief and cried often. He was taken from me in 6 short months but he was such a huge part of my life.
I spent a lot of time at his oncologist appts and caring for his on-going skin condition. When he passed, I had all this free
time and was so lost.
Then my precious Raisin came along with her mellow personality and her signature MOPE face. There, was something about her
personality she moved in as if she lived here her whole life. She was such a love bug and wanted to cuddle with my other pugs.
Raisin was a senior pug as well there is just something about them. They just want to be loved and I guarantee they will give
back so much more. She also had skin and ear issues so I spent a lot of time caring for her as well. I enjoyed every minute she
always managed to put a smile on my face.
There was something about her that had a healing quality for my heartache over the loss of Nubbles. I truly believe we were meant
to be together to get me through a very difficult time, in my life. Unfortunately, my precious Raisin became ill and I lost her
within 5 days of seeking medical attention. The vet believes she had liver cancer and it was aggressive. I will always treasure
her. Raisin was a GMPR alumni and it was my hope that she would attend the social this year but she passed unexpectedly the week
of. Now my sweet Raisin and Nubbles are together because her work was done here. I will treasure the memories of Raisin. I will
love her always, she was such a blessing. I want to thank GMPR for rescuing her and all the other pugs that need care. You are
all such amazing people and I want to give you all pug hugs and say pfffffffft to cancer.
With a broken heart I said goodbye to my sweet little baby girl Callie three nights ago.
She came to me in 2009 through GMPR, as pug #67, a two year old, sweet, shy little puppy mill survivor named Aurie. I still
recall the 2 hour ride home. I held her tight the whole time, trying to comfort and reassure her, as she quivered with fear
and uncertainty. She had no reason to trust me, with so little experience being loved, but in time allowed me to become her
best friend, nurse, caretaker, confidant, partner-in-crime, and soul mate, and in turn, she became all those to me, and so much more.
She became my constant companion and my shadow. If I walked into another room, so did she. If I sat on the sofa, so did she,
and the bathroom, yep, if I went to the bathroom, she came along too. She went to work with me, she visited me in the hospital,
and she moped, howled, and paced -those times I had to leave her at home.
In short order, she stole my heart and became that once-in-a-lifetime dog for me. We shared everything and spent 24/7 together,
becoming as devoted and loyal to one another as any two beings could. She was everything to me and I feel like a piece of my is
gone. This pain of losing her is devastating but I wouldn't trade one single day I was blessed to have her in my life. I thank
the Lord and GMPR for bringing us together to share the past four years. I know, when I am ready, I will adopt again, for there
are far too many homeless dogs waiting for a loving forever home, but none will ever take the piece of my heart my sweet baby girl
Callie holds. 'Til my dying breath, she'll hold that spot.......see you on the other side baby girl............
In 2006, we adopted Mitch and Maggie, a bonded brother and sister 7 years of age, from GMPR. From that November
weekend until May of this year, they were an integral part of our family. So many memories of fun times and
adventures. They were fantastic travelers and saw the Pacific Ocean, the Grand Canyon, Mile 0 at Key West, and
so many other places. They went everywhere with us. The last two years were a challenge, with breathing issues,
incontinence, dementia, and arthritis…but they were troopers and continued to wag their tails. Finally, however,
it became clear that it was time. So on May 30th, Mitch and Maggie crossed the Rainbow Bridge together. They
were never apart before birth and they are not apart now.
We miss them terribly.
My boy Odie cross over the Rainbow Bridge 4/18/2013
He was such a joy to have around even though it was for only 18 months I knew when He join Zoey ( pug adopted
in 2009) and I he would be with us for a few yrs, due to health problems, but we traveled played and he would
sleep on my head at night and I loved it. To see the joy in his eyes and the love he had was speechless. This
puppy mill survivor was loved so much and he will be forever in my heart
So thankyou GMPR for bringing this angel into my life.
Zoey is now 11 and acts like a puppy and is my side kick
Love to all
Juliana von Recklinghausen
"Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you... I loved you so... 'twas heaven here with you."
Julie Rose our radiant and magnificent pug who enjoyed life to the fullest, one of those blessed and good girls,
who were full of dignity and grace, how fortunate we were to share such an extraordinary bond with this GMPR girl
… these brief words cannot begin to express the sadness we feel since Julie passed … Little Julie Rose
our pumpkin, my monkey, our sweet comfort – sweetness defined, love unbounded and unconditional, flourishing each
day. Julie learned to love and be loved in return, we connected with her. Slowly, on her own terms, she came out
of her self-protective shell (puppy mill survivor
) and allowed herself to be vulnerable to our love and trust.
Julie loved and idolized her GMPR sister Leona who in turn idolized her – they were never apart. Julie cried for mom
when she was left down stairs, she always wanted to be touching, cuddling in our arms or lying with Leona – she exuded
more love, tenderness and trust than any pug could and she received the same. As Julie learned to love and trust she
pursued it with a force like magnets being pulled together, it was all mutual and unspoken defined by whimpers, glances,
sighs, touching and literally sleeping on top of us, with us, near us – Julie especially enjoyed cuddling with her dad’s
tucked into his neck or in his arms, peering into his eyes as if he were the only being in the world as dad felt her
breath of life on his skin. There was excitement for mom’s home comings, putting on her harness, riding in her stroller,
getting her treats, sneaking out of sleepy time to cuddle, sweet tender moments when the world was defined by loving
souls looking into each other’s eyes while sharing a moment of heavenly comfort and bliss. Julie lavished relaxing
in front of the wood stove, lounging on the sofa with mom, needing to be held, falling asleep on the screen porch,
positioning in the blue chair with Leona, her little head just visible over the arm rest, gazing adoringly at anyone.
Her self-imposed trials to find the absolute perfect place to “piddle” despite the weather. Through her undying love
we learned that life is about reaching out with little kindnesses not asked for, not demanded, and not expected, of
giving unconditionally in the moment out of pure unspoiled love. Love and devotion defined our Julie, there was no
greater gift than being able to relish each tender moment with her sharing these last precious four years with her,
we watched and encouraged her to flourish – she exceeded beyond all expectations thriving on our love, and the security
and comfort we provided. Julie was taken from us much too soon. May she rest in peace amid flowers and the warm comfort
of the sun, where endless treats abound, and unending hugs and kisses are given and received. Julie faced the end with
a quiet dignity and strength while in our arms - she lives on in our minds and memories, a dazzling star who shall live
eternally in our hearts.
In honor of Julie Rose, my NH license plate reads:
I wanted to let GMPR know of the passing of our beloved Pug Hank on April 11, 2013. Hank was 15 years old.
We adopted Hank from GMPR just over two years ago. He enriched our lives so much. We were Foster failures.
We fell in love with Hank the minute we agreed to foster him. He became attached to my husband quickly.
Since he was a senior and the simple fact that people are not inclined to adopt a senior as quickly, we
decided we would keep him. He fit right in with our other dogs and our family. Hank was very spoiled.
He will be forever loved and much missed. For anyone thinking of adopting a senior Pug, do it. He brought
so much love into our lives and even for a short time it was well worth it and we are so grateful.
Here he is pictured with his adopted sister Pepper (also from GMPR). Pepper is very sad that her brother is
gone, but she knows that he will no longer be in pain and now has crossed the Rainbow Bridge. J
Tribute to my precious baby Eb ( Ebony)
We adopted Ebony when she was approx 4-6 yrs old from a rescue in NY. She had already had 7 families
before we adopted her. She had a prolapsed uterus and was always incontinent from then on. We did not
care! She also suffered from crystals in her urine. When we adopted her, she had stones and we set
out to fix that problem and had her on meds, changed diet and added supplements to help her.
Through it all she was a champ, she did not care about what food she got, just that she was fed:) A
typical pug who loved food of any kind! She was a pig when it came to foods of any kind!
Eb was the absolute BEST pug, took her to MANY events and places. She loved getting some of my ice cream
whenever we travelled together too! She would tolerate any and all fosters that came through our doors
during her time with us. She had been a mom we knew at least a few times, so she even tolerated puppies
chewing on her cheeks and hanging from her tail etc. She could sense with the puppymill pugs that they
needed more love and would groom them and lay with them to give them all comfort. During the occasional
pug fights here she would just stay back and look at me as if to say " why can't we all just get along Mom?"
She loved fleece blankets and was truly my shadow. She had this obsession of licking my legs/feet if exposed
lol. She would always be right under my feet or beside me. She was the most devoted of the pugs I have had
in my life. Whenever I sat on the couch, she wanted to be picked up and lay touching me or on my lap. I
miss her barking at me whenever I got home, as if to say Mom's HOME, Mom's HOME! In nicer weather she would
romp around outside and talk to me to let me know how happy she was it was so beautiful out! She would lay
on the driveway in the sunshine, yeah not the brightest idea but she loved being hot:)
When she could no longer walk, we carried her everywhere. Upstairs etc. But we always tried to entice to
her to walk with treats to keep her circulation going. But when she could no longer hold her bodily functions
in, and she knew it and was so depressed looking at me- I knew it was time. While we would have gone on
carrying her around and cleaning up us and anything else, she knew it was not right and let us know.
Our last few days with her were special, she was given so many things she was not allowed to have -
and her last day was full of lots of wonderful meals, chicken and porterhouse steaks etc.
She is in a special urn we had made and will remain with us forever, until one of us die and then
the pugs and their urns will be buried with me. Baby Eb as I called her, was just that. My baby
girl and it feels so empty without her. Yes we have other pugs, but each one has their own personality
and they just don't have her spunk or spark around here. RIP baby girl, until I see you again!
She left us being estimated 15-16 yrs old and lived that last part of her life surrounded by all the
love and devotion any pug could have.
I will love you forever Ebony.
Karen Powers & Darin Martell
I wanted to let you know of the passing of our Sweet Gentleman Oswald “Ozzy” Cobblepots Petrikas
on January 22, 2013 who now joins his brothers- Peter, Homer, Zeus and sister- Olivia at the
Rainbow Bridge. The house has once again gone quiet—Ozzy was my talker……he would greet me at the
door barking over and over what sounded like “I Love You “ and he wouldn’t stop until I got down
on the floor and nuzzled with him. He greeted everyone the same way from strangers to family!
Ozzy was always independent—he wanted to do it himself. When I adopted Ozzy he had an injury to his
back legs (torn ACL’s and blown Patella’s) there was no repairing them, so we did acupuncture and
water therapy but as time and age began to effect his mobility even further, he finally conceded to
my assistance. When I would pick him up from the yard to carry him into the house, he would lick my
face and coo like a dove. I will forever miss the walks around the back yard with my little man!
“So this is where we part, My Friend,
And you'll run on, around the bend.
Gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on; I'll find the strength,
Life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
Share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true,
But they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
Will remember well all you've taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
Take with you this...I loved you best.”
Until we meet again my Beloved Oswald……….Forever Loving and Missing you!!!!
Sad news to share about our sweet Ivy Rose...
Ivy went into the emergency hospital late Friday night, with unexplained throat and tongue swelling (out of the blue); they discovered she was severely anemic and that an autoimmune disorder was causing her body to destroy her own blood platelets, causing clotting & pooling in different parts of her body :(
She was in the hospital ICU all weekend, had emergency surgery last night, received two transfusions, steroids, etc. & was on a ventilator... The little fighter made it through the night, was removed from the ventilator after 3 hours and was holding her own breathing, and this morning she barked & walked around for the first time since Friday! The vet called me at 9:30 a.m., elated-saying Ivy was still not out of the woods but her progress was wonderful so far... she even drank some water and ate a little wetfood/water they mixed for her. They wanted to keep her until tomorrow morning to make sure she was stable before sending her home...
Not even 3 hours later, we got an emergency call that Ivy's heart had stopped - they re-intubated her and were working very hard to resuscitate her, doing CPR/chest compressions, injecting epinephrine, etc. We got over there in 10 minutes, they had continued chest compressions & let us be with her while they worked on her, but they could not save her... :(( The vet thought with all the recent blood issues, a blood clot traveled to her heart or lungs suddenly, and took her life :(( We held her and loved on her... we are sick and sad and devastated to lose our Ivy Rose :(
These photos were taken in the last few weeks, and this is how she looked right up until she went to the emergency vet on Friday night :(
She will always be our feisty, beautiful girl who took the lemons life gave her and made them into lemonade, every time. She was funny, smart, sweet, demanding, adorable, independent, and such a strong girl, dealing with life in a puppy mill til she came to us at 5 years old; then nasal surgery; eye surgery; dental surgery; and eye conditions which took mostof her eyesight, requiring her unending patience with eye medications/drops being given throughout every single day... She did it all without complaining, taking each new curveball life threw her & seamlessly incorporating it into her life, always moving forward with her sassy, confident Ivy style :)
Ivy made it clear to all that despite any of her physical disadvantages, she was "The PUG", "The Princess", and was not to be ignored. Woe to anyone who failed to provide her with adequate attention, or her meals when she was ready for them! She would bestow a series of sharp barks, giving voice to her displeasure with such enthusiasm that her two
front paws would jump off the floor in punctuation :) She was also very snuggly, always wanting to feel the presence of her family by sitting with her butt up against one of her siblings or on a reassuring human foot; or cuddling up behind her dad's knees when sleeping. Ivy also loved to go for long walks, but *only* with her mom :) And oh, how she loved to nap in the square, striped bed you see above! We love & miss her desperately, and her siblings do too :(
Thanks to everyone who knew Ivy, loved her, and sent blessings and prayers for her. Please say one more prayer for her now, at Rainbow Bridge...
Sheri, Glen, Vaughn, Angelina & Sawyer
Stuart & Maggie Jane
hay karen. im writing to you to let you know that abby has passed on. 10-3-20012 we will miss our beloved dog .
she died of a genetic disorder of the spine. she suffered alot but never let on . she was the best friend we
could of ever came to know.i think that abby was an angel sent to us direct from god. she was always happy ,
always hungry, and always willing to do. what ever we were doing. i am so glad i called you that day. thank you
for helping not only for abby, but helping me too. my dog helped me through tough times in my life just by being
herself and loving me back in her own way. there will always be hole in our hearts for her and someday we will
see each other again.rest peace fully abby girl. love to all of you and the folks who saved on of the best friends
i ever had.
cynthia and james fields
In memory of Tai.
September 2005, my first pug social. What a wonderful gathering of pugs and their people!
I had been in touch with Karen about adopting my first pug and she said she had found the perfect one for me.
Tai was an owner surrender and 8 years old. At first I questioned gettingan "older" dog but I went to the Social
to meet him and immediately fell in love. That "love affair" went on for almost 7 years. He was the perfect
First Pug....happy, charming, a boy who could look like he was descended from ancient Chinese emperors one
minute and related to Goofy the next. Over the years we walked, rode, knitted and read together. His two favorite
places in our early years were sprawled beside me in bed or wedged between my legs on the footstool. In later years,
as his eyesight waned, he preferred to be on his cushy dog bed right beside my chair or the one by the bed.
He was a trooper who loved anything in the food line...even if that "food" was his medication. He looked forward
to a syringe of liquid just as much as he did his pill pockets. He filled the house with his love and energy and
it's amazing now much emptier the house feels now. He was "Tai", "Tai Tai" and "Momma's Boy" and now he's romping
with some of his old friends, lounging in the sun, rolling in the green grass and thoroughly enjoying himself without aches and pains.
R.I.P Tai Tai. We think about you every day.
I am very sad to say that Yoda passed away on 3/16/12 and to this day its very hard for me to even write
this. Our family has not been the same since that day. He was very special to us and a great big brother to
Isabella. We will never forget him.
It is with heavy heart that I have to inform you that Mojo passed last night - 2 months short of 16 years old.
He was the best dog a family could ever ask for. He was our boys' first dog and a loving companion to them through the years.
Although age had affected him in his later years, we could remember all the good times when he ruled the roost.
Thank you for allowing us to have Mojo in our lives as he made us happy and proud to be our family member.
We will always love and remember you, Mojo!
~Dave, Beth, Connor, Ethan, and Spencer.
R.I.P. Mojo (9/4/1996 - 6/29/2012)
most loved Lilly passed this morning...gratefully in her favorite
place, my arms and at home at 10:10 am. We had the help of Ann
Craig, DVM. She let me know that it was time for her to go to Moe
after taking a definitive turn yesterday. It was a long night...we
both made the best of the time we had left. Everyone knows what
Lilly has meant to me...the love and connection we had defies
Thank you to all who are with us in thought and care. Pray for her
safe passage straight to Moe's outstretched arms.
Mary, "Patty", "Bea" and "Grover"
loving memory of my Olivia Louise, our time together mere weeks but
the magnitude of your presence and devotion will remain with me for
the rest of my life. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you
and have cherished every moment of our short time together- You
brought Sunshine, Smiles, Laughter, Peace, Companionship, Love and
Hope back to my life……
“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”
Until we meet again, I will be Missing and Loving you my sweet
little “Olli Oop”
is with great sorrow and a broken heart that I tell you of the
passing on my Sweet-Pete Petrikas. On November 16th we could no
longer fight the effects of time and his aging body. I made the
painful decision to let my beloved companion leave this world with
his dignity intact. The process was peaceful and within moments he
took his last breath, wrapped in a blanket in my arms…..On my way
back home I asked God for a sign that my Peter was safe and when I
got home the sky was blue and the sun was shining.
Throughout the past month, I have struggled with the human condition
of letting go and being selfless and on the ride to the vets it hit
me and I was transported back to that day in June of 2006—It was
love at first site when I met my Peter, a bond so strong, as if two
old friends had met again after years of separation. The following
weeks and months would find me being taught life lessons-after all
Peter had been through (11 years in a puppy mill), he was not mean,
he harbored no ill will….he approached each new day as an adventure,
appreciated the little things in life! I watched in amazement most
days as he discovered the smell of grass and peonies, the taste of
vanilla ice cream on a hot summer day, the joy of snuggling in bed
at night…….My Peter gave me so many gifts!
People always tell me how lucky Peter was to have me but truth be
told I was the lucky one ……my ever constant companion either at my
feet or next to me in bed he never left my side and always followed
me from room to room. After my Dad passed away, it was Peter who
comforted me, gentle licking away the tears and snuggling with me
and through-out nursing school he would place his head on my nursing
books through the late hours of studying just to let me know he was
supporting me. I could not have asked for a more devoted, loving and
Since June of 2006, I have not been separated from my Peter…..it was
a promise I made that we would always be together. Last night was
the first night in five and a half years that I slept alone…..the
landscape of my life forever changed. My Peter did not go alone for
he took a part of my heart with him and I know one day we will be
“I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday and days before that too.
I think of you in silence. I often speak your name.
Now all I have is memories, and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is my keepsake, with which I’ll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
I have you in my heart.
Thank you to Karen and all the people at GMPR for bringing this
sweet soul into my life, for the gift of my Peter……..and to the
people who question the adoption of an elderly pug the rewards far
outweigh the loss-adopt an elderly pug and keep Peter’s Legacy
alive. I will forever Love you my Sweet Peter Petrikas until we meet
again my ever faithful companion……………..
Memory - Miss Daisy
Just over two years we had just lost our female pug, Xena, and there
was a hole in our lives even with 5 other dogs running around. Enter
Miss Daisy. A true puppymill survivor, she was an emaciated 10
pound, 11 year old (she arrived on her birthday) who was blind and
deaf as well. I was told at the time that the transport folks were
very surprised that she had survived the trip up from Georgia. I
certainly believed them looking at her. She was so thin you could
count the vertebrae in her spine and your fingers would fit between
each of her ribs if you tried to hold her. I wasn't sure if we would
be able to pull her back from the brink. The first two months were
difficult. She was covered in ticks so we kept bathing and pulling.
Every morning we'd find fat ticks that had fallen off during the
night and made their way under her bedding. Finding a food that
didn't cause major gastrointestinal problems proved difficult. Every
night she'd have to be bathed to clean her up and the room she was
in would have to be washed down. She made several trips to the vets
and we tried many many different prescription as well as commercial
dog foods. Finally we hit on a raw diet that did the trick. Slowly
she gained strength and her system started getting back to normal.
She put on weight and gained strength in her legs so she didn't keep
falling over. While not be able to see the walls (or the other dogs)
,bumping into things didn't stop her! She had a smile on her little
puggy face the whole time. She had finally learned that there was
life beyond a wire cage and that humans could be loving and
gentle....and that there was always food when she wanted it!
Everything was going wonderful and she had so much fun running
around on the grass in the sun during the summer and curling up on
the sofa during the winter. Housetraining never did come to her
after all those years in a cage so we opted for diapers and she
didn't mind them at all. Then this past summer the old girl had a
bout of vistibular disease. Falling over, head tilted 90 degrees
from normal, walking/running in tight circles, not being able to
lower her head to drink or eat normally. But she still seemed happy
so I built her a cart to get around in. Again, Daisy had a blast
getting from point A to point B by way of points F, L and Z!! We
held her food and water bowls up to her so she could eat and drink
and she took it in stride. After all, humans are here to cater to
their pugs, right? But time went on, and the neglect she had
suffered during those formative years finally took their toll. She
developed several tumors and when she was no longer enjoying her
days and nights with everyone we let her go to that warm, sunny
peaceful place where she can see, hear and run normally again. We
miss her terribly but know that she's much happier now and that for
the last 2 years of her life she learned what being a real dog was
Goodbye Miss Daisy. We love you.
adopted Gingie in January 2007 at 10 yrs old. she was our 1st GMPR
pug. i had seen a picture of her in the newspaper asking for a
family to adopt her. We brought her home & she proceeded to jump up
onto the back of our coach like she's always lived there. what a
great dog, she needed no adjustment period. she loved with all
the other animals & everyone who came through our door. we've been
fans of senior adoptions ever since. Gingie lived with us for
almost 5 yrs, even with 3 other pugs, our home seems empty without
is with a very heavy heart that we write to tell you that your
beloved Pug Joe passed away yesterday. We adopted Joe from GMPR on
July 24, 2008, and had no idea how qucikly we would fall in love
with such a small dog. What Joe lacked in size he more than made up
for in personality and heart. He loved everyone and everyone loved
him. My husband and I always had large dogs, Joe was our first small
dog. He loved to be with us, wherever we were. He was an amazing
friend and as my husband says "the best listener".
Joe was a love surrender to GMPR. We never thought that such a small
dog could have such a big place in our hearts. We are very grateful
for the 3 years that we had with Joe. We miss him dearly and will
love him forever. He was a true blessing in our life.
In loving memory of Joe Nutter
July 4, 2004 - October 28, 2011.
~Nick and Kirsten Nutter
IN MEMORY OF OUR WONDERFUL
26th approximately 1pm Donna, Myself and Frank were out in the
garden gathering tomato's. Frank was laying under a bench when our
Daughter-in-law Theresa came into the driveway. Frank got up and ran
to greet her but he ran into her right front wheel pining him under
and crushing his hindquarters and breaking his back. We rushed him
to his Vet but X-ray revealed the injuries to extensive to repair
and if the repairs were successful, he would be crippled and unable
to use his rear torso. A tough decision to put him to sleep was
made, but Donna and I loved him to much to see him suffer.
Frank was the best dog ever and my best friend, I will always love
and miss him, he brought so much love and joy into our house, words
are hollow, I can not express the emptiness we both feel in out
We love Theresa and do not hold her responsible. Frank loved
everyone and anyone driving into his yard was coming to see him, he
was always so excited to see everybody. This was the worse kind of
freaky accident that could happen to anyone.
Donna and I take some comfort in knowing we gave Frank a good home
for the past 1 1/2 years, considering the awful first five years
spent in a puppy mill. We wish we could have had him for many more
years but we can't I guess God has other plans for him
Thanks to our very supportive neighbors, we have be getting through
this very trying time,
Tom and Donna
wonderful pug adapted 6 years ago as a partner to Jill (renamed
Beatrix) passed Sunday evening. He passed suddenly. He was active
and his usual self and came upstairs and coughed two times and was
gone. Although merciful for Beau, it just was immensely painful to
us. He had the biggest heart that one could imagine and was such a
loving partner to Beatrix. Humans should be so kind to each other.
He will be so missed and forever loved. Beau just won our hearts
over so completely.
Janet and Walt Russell
7/22/11- pugsly passed away- he was suffering from complications
from his collapsed trachea. RIP pugsly- run free and fast at the
pug #58/11- pugsley- a 13 yr old owner surrender from NY. Fostered
in NH with Kim Wilcox n family. Pugsley is a complete love bug.
Gets along great with my 4 Pugs and 2 cats and is a perfect
companion pup. He does not hear well and seems to have a fair
amount of arthritis in his legs. He loves going for rides, walks
and just being outside. Although Pugsley is 13, he still explores
like a puppy but always has his care giver in his site. He will
follow you everywhere both inside and outside but is never a
nuisance or a difficult pup. He is very vocal at mealtime, bedtime
or if he feels that he may be missing out on something good. He
LOVES food and is somewhat aggressive when another dog tries to
get near his bowl. He does sleep in our bed so I assume he was
allowed to with his original owner. He is completely housebroken
and will walk to the door when he wants to go out. I think he
would make a great companion Pug for 1 or 2 adults but would not
advise homes with children. Due to his poor hearing and leg
discomfort, sudden movement or any rough play that children may
make would be very difficult for Pugsley to deal with.
have a heavy heart tonight. Buddy, our wonderful 15 year old pugster
crossed over the Rainbow Bridge today to join our Christie Barron
and Cass and all the other pugs who were waiting for him. He was an
amazing boy from the day of his "rescue", he was a gentleman who
loved all. He had diabetes with insulin the last 6 years, but that
didn't slow him down. We hoped that he would someday just go
to sleep peacefully but in recent months he was not able to see,
hear or explore as he once loved. We are sad but so blessed to have
had wonderful years with this guy!
The Tammar Family
just wanted to send in a tribute to my friend Judy’s pug Ricky who
passed last week. Judy & Brian are both special angels to these
rescued furry children. They give them a loving caring home and have
had more than their share of losing loved ones. I know that Ricky is
with all his brothers & sisters happy and healthy waiting for the
day when they will all be together. God Bless you Ricky and all the
other Rafferty outlaws waiting for their Mommy & Daddy to greet
them. Thank God for special people like them and for all the furry
children whom they have adopted and cared for all these years God
BELOVED OTIS PASSED AWAY TODAY MAR. 22, 2011 WHICH WAS A VERY SAD
FOR ME & RAY. HE WAS SUCH A JOY TO HAVE . WE HAD HIM FOR 6 YEARS .
WE WILL SURELY MISS ALL HIS PUG KISSES . WHEN WE WOULD ARRIVE HOME.
I WILL SURELY MISS HIS BIG BROWN EYES AND HIS SNORING WHEN HE WAS
SLEEPING. REST IN PEACE BIG BOY OTIS.YOU LEFT A LOT OF PAW PRINTS ON
MY HEART YOU WILL SURELY BE MISS. YOU ARE NOW PAIN FREE SWEETHEART .
YOUR MOM AND DAD . CLAUDETTE & RAY
Memory of our beloved Petunia
We remember when Petunia came through our hospital, GMPR brought to
us. She was just rescued. She was about 11 months old and very
pregnant. I couldn't resist fostering her. She was very
withdrawn,but so much wanted to be loved. We went through delivery
together, naturally, seven pug pups later. Two did not make it. Ever
since that night her and I had a bond that could not be broken. She
was a great mother.
She became my shadow, trusting , loving and happy. She went to work
with me everyday, so she could become social. She won the hearts of
all she met.
Seeing her ill was the hardest thing we could imagine. My partner
and I sat with her every minute. She fought so hard. Her courage was
more than we can explain, she never complained. Never cried, whined,
nothing. We gave her all the best care possible. And then she grew
tired as did her little body. It was time.
She will always be a big part of our lives, and always have our
hearts. Her son Chester will remind us of his mother's love
Our sweet "Pea-pot" you will never be forgotten and we love you
dearly. Rest in Peace.
Your eyes were beautiful brown , and your coat as blond as it could
be. You were beautiful in every way.
Cathye Smoot Knouse
Memory of my Beloved Pug, Giotto. It is with tremendous sadness that
I no longer have the love of my life, Giotto, here with me in this
world. He will be missed beyond words. He has grown with me for over
12 years and I will now carry him with me in my heart. He suffered a
collapsed trachea and other respiratory issues that came upon him
suddenly during his last month. He was a gorgeous boy, always happy
and wanting belly rubs. He was an angel with a huge heart. Everyone
who came in contact with him adored him, as his special spirit
shined through. He was my shadow and my buddy, never leaving my
side. I miss the little dance he would do while running to get a
treat, and the way he would roll over in front of your feet to get a
belly rub. What a joy and blessing he was to have. His void will
never be filled. He is dancing now and getting all the belly rubs
and treats his heart desires! We love you Gio!
precious, sweet girl, Zoey, died suddenly on August 6. She had a
great day, had dinner and then suddenly collapsed. Almost too much
to comprehend, it happened so unexpectedly. We adopted Zoey two
years ago when she was 7 years old. She was a big part of our
family, finding the most out of the way, small places to take her
nap or doing her circle dances right under our feet. She is missed!!
came into GMPR November 2008 after his owner could no longer afford
to care for him. He had severe allergies, atopic and food. When I
picked him up he was so raw all over from scratching at himself. He
also had a large tumor hanging from his belly. He was such a pitiful
sight to see. My heart just sank when I first saw him. He also was
diabetic from the over use of prednisone. He needed insulin shots
twice a day. I immediately took him to the vet, and he was given
antibiotics for his skin infection, a special shampoo for itching
and special food for allergies. She also aspirated the tumor and
found it was mast cell and had to be removed. It was a grade 2 mast
cell tumor. His skin started clearing up but he was still rubbing
and twirlling around on the ground and crying from being so itchy.
The vet gave him Atopica which he needed to take everyday. With
GMPR's permission I took him to Cornell to see a Dermatoligist. He
was put on another antibiotic for 6 weeks and they did allergy
testing. He was allergic to everything. The nutritionist at Cornell
put him on a special homemade diet of Rabbit and Barley and special
supplements. He also need allergy shots for the next year. Nothing
seemed to help our little guy. We tried changing his diet, he was
even put on prozac thinking he might have ocd from scratching at
himself all his life. (He had allergies since he was born, 10 years
of suffering). He scratched at himself and twirlled on his hip and
cried all the time he was doing it. He did this every single day. It
was so heartbreaking to see him do this everyday knowing how he was
suffering from being so itchy all the time. There was nothing else
to day for him.
It was an extremely hard decision, but we let him cross the bridge.
He was such a special little man and I loved him dearly. I have had
many dogs in my life, but he was so special to me. Even though he
was my foster boy, I loved him like my own. He will alway shave a
special place in my heart. I miss him so much, but I know he will
never suffer again.
Rest in peace my little man. We will never forget you.
Your foster Mom, Nancy Zajesky and all your brothers and sisters.
I wanted to let you know that we lost Henry on Saturday night.
no warning. Henry had had a happy normal day, he seemed perfectly
healthy. Tom, our youngest son Andrew, his friend and I went to the
movies and out to get something to eat. When we came home at
approximately 10:30pm, Henry was lying on the kitchen floor, he was
limp, and breathing shallowly. We gathered him up and left for the
Animal Emergency clinic. On the way we tried to to resuscitate him,
look for an obstruction in his wind pipe, do anything to bring him
back. He died in my arms on the way to the clinic.
He had the
expression on his face, he didn't seem to be in pain. The last time
was seen was at approximately 9:30pm, when my older son, Matthew's
friend left the house. He told his parents, Jim and Kelly Nutter,
Samson and Delilah's family, how cute Henry was the way he waddled
around the house. Our hearts are broken. Henry brought us such joy,
was happiness itself. He loved to cuddle in my arms, be held and
snuggle. He would greet us when we came home with such excitement,
would bay like a hound and his two front legs would pop off the
He stole our hearts with his warmth and sweetness. I think
we were all in shock trying to grasp that he wasn't with us. He
with Matthew every night. Last night Matt was looking at one of the
pictures of Henry that we took during our "official" holiday photo
Sessions. Every year we go to a photographer to get the kids, two
legged and four legged, pictures taken. Henry was a natural with the
camera. He loved to get his picture taken, I think it was his
Curiosity about what was going on and wanting to be in the center of
the "action". Matt was looking at a lovely, sweet portrait of him
really shows his personality. He was a special gift to all of us.
still can't believe he's not at my feet while I type this. Our house
seems so quite without him, Ellie and Luig are quite, relatively
mellow pugs. Henry was a character, larger then life in a lot of
I've lost dogs and cats prior to this. I'm always grateful to have
experienced such grace and love that animals can bring. Henry was no
exception, we gave him a home, love and our hearts and he gave us
everything and more. We are all forever grateful that he was in our
life. We miss him so much. I've attached a recent picture of him
I took from my Blackberry. I was working from home and I put his bed
by my desk, so he could hang out with me when I was working. I'm
to the Emergency clinic this afternoon, to pick him up and bring him
to my vets. We will have him cremated. I wish we could have gone to
our vets when this happened, but our emergencies, and thank god they
are few, never happen durning "normal" hours. I wanted to let you
know. If it wasn't for Green Mountain, we would not have had Henry.
I hope all is going well with both of you and your families. Ellie
and Luigi are well.
Hope to see you soon.
TRIBUTE TO Lissie Louise Cutting "pugaroo"
It saddens me to report that we have lost our lissie lou. Over the
past few months her health had really started to come down. First
with seizures then with blindness then the latest being a collapsed
trachea. She had been responding well to medication for these
conditions. On Friday April 16th we woke to find her not able to
walk and unable to eat. She did take a sip of water but threw it up
immediately. We got her right into the vets where they found
significant changes in her blood. Her liver had failed. Her blood
held a very noticeable color of yellow.
Bob and I had to make the desicion to have her laid to rest. We
adopted her on Dec 11th, 2004. Over the years she has brought so
much love and laughter to us. Everyone says we gave her a life of a
princess as she was a puppymill survivor and 8 years old when we got
her. She gave us so much more. I am pretty much speechless as we are
still struggling about this great loss. I am finding it hard to
breath. Lissie was 13 years and 8 days when she passed.
MOMMY AND DADDY LOVE YOU ALWAYS LISSIE LOU PUGAROO!! BOB AND CAROL
Dylan left me suddenly on 2/16/10. He was a happy, outgoing little
doggie who could always put a smile on my face. He had so many
friends and is already terribly missed. I don't know how I'm going
to get used to not having this amazing dog by my side anymore and I
would give just about anything to have him back. I will never forget
all of the happy times and adventures we had together and I hope one
day we can be reunited again.
Please check out the memorial I created for him.
wanted to let you all know that my beloved Buddy passed away quietly
and peacefully in my arms this morning.
For the past 9 years, I have been blessed with this wonderful dog.
He helped me through hard times always by my side and he loved me
My Beloved Buddy
Rest in Peace
B, 1/14/2001 – d, 2/19/2010
is with deep sadness that I write this letter to you. Today we lost
our beloved Puggy. It was very difficult walking through our door
this evening, to hear not a sound. She would always come running,
snorting, and wagging her little tail!
For the past few months Puggy's health has decreased greatly. Roby
and I tried to make her as comfortable as we could but it just
became too much for her and for us to watch. We will always remember
the little girl who became the princess of our home and our "watch
dog" when we went camping!
Even though Puggy has left our "Forever Home" she will always be in
our hearts forever.
Roby, Nicole, Trey & Logen Bushaw
in the evening of Saturday, January 16th our sweet little friend
Millie was put to rest at The Massachusetts Veterinary Referral
Hospital in Woburn, MA. Mille came to us only four years ago, after
the “Pug Underground Railroad” (GMPR) rescued her from a puppy mill
in Ohio and brought her into the caring foster home of Nancy Zajesky.
Millie had many issues when she came into our lives. One eye was
completely blinded by some unknown trauma. The other was half blind
with pigmentary keratitis from untreated dry eye. She had lost her
hearing to chronic yeast infections. Her nails had been neglected so
long that some curled into the bottom of her pads. She also had
luxating patellas and a mild case of hip dysplasia that affected her
movement. When she first joined our family, she would sometimes
stand staring into a corner unable to process the world around her.
Over the next four years this poor little creature would blossom
into the sweetest, most loving being I have ever known.
From the beginning there were glimmers of the Millie we came to know
and love. The first day we met her in Latham, NY, she crawled into
my wife’s lap and fell asleep in the sunshine. The evening we
brought her home she curled up on my chest and we dozed off
together. As Millie got stronger and healthier, more and more of her
personality began to shine through. When I would come home in the
evening and sit on the floor to play, she would pounce (in her own
way) and subdue my hand with a vicious onslaught of pug kisses. When
it was time to doze on the couch, she would stand in the middle of
the living room and sound the alarm as her front feet hopped of the
floor with each “yip”. To the educated ear, her breathing, loud even
by pug standards, could convey a great deal of emotion with each
grunt, snuffle, and sigh.
While Millie’s time with us was much too short, the impact she had
on our lives will last forever. There are many lessons to be learned
from the way our little friend lived her life and the best tribute
we can offer Millie is to try and apply them to our own lives.
Despite everything that had happened to her, Millie took life as it
came and rolled with the punches. She didn’t dwell on the past or
let bad experiences hold her back, instead she welcomed each day of
life with her own type of gusto and wasn’t afraid to try new things
(especially food related). While she had every reason to distrust
and fear people, Millie never met a person she wasn’t willing to
give a chance and love. Millie appreciated the small pleasures in
life - a nice lap to lie on, a sunny spot to bask in, or a warm fire
for toasting her pug buns. All brought her joy. Millie was content
with what she had and reminded us that it’s the simple things in
life that matter most. She knew what it was to be a good friend –
providing her own special type of support through two of the
toughest times we have known until now. Millie was a tough little
girl who never complained about anything – reminding us that even
when things seem to be at their worst, they will get better. Above
all, Millie’s brief and shining time with us reminds us to take a
moment to cherish our loved ones now for you never know when your
time together may end.
Our home is too quiet and empty now. The ever-present wheezes and
snores that beat out the rhythm of our days are now silent. There is
no more clicking of pug toes skittering on the hardwood floor. There
is no little body waiting to trip me while I cook dinner. There is
no more soft warm friend to curl up with while I read in the
evening. Never have I known such a small creature to leave such a
huge hole. My Millie, my Miffie-Jean, my sweet little puggy friend,
we miss you. We love you. Good-bye.
memory---Don't be sad that I have gone over the bridge I was
surrounded by people who loved me--not those who abandoned me. In
the end I had this pug crazy family who took me in and made me a
member of their family. People who I didn't even know donated money
for medicine and my last 4 months were the best I had in years! So
now I am free running with all the other pugs on the other side of
the bridge and like many others will always have a special place in
my heart for everyone who donates their time, money and energy to
Shrek-- Abandoned at MSPCA Centerville, MA June 2009; Rescue by Pugs
by the Sea; Fostered by Robin Davidson and loved by everyone he met;
journey over the bridge November 2009--never to be forgotten!
After a year of failing neurological health, Xena, our own little Warrior
Princess, passed over the Rainbow Bridge on September 16, 2009.
After a night of increased respiratory distress, we made the
decision to let her go peacefully and I cuddled her as she fell into
the last deep sleep.
She started her life in Ohio but came east through the efforts of
GMPR when her owner moved into a nursing home and was unable to keep
Xena with her. She became a member of our family in March 2006 and
immediately became the Queen Bee, claiming the plumpest dog beds,
the corner of my bed with the best view and the sunniest spot on the
deck. She loved to go on walks on our back roads and rides in the
car but her favorite pastime was sleeping on the hassock at your
feet in the evening. Many a night her snores would try to drown out
the television! A year ago she started getting a little wobbly on
her hind legs and she was diagnosed with neurological degeneration.
Luckily she was never in any pain or distress until the night before
she passed away.
Although she was unable to use her hind legs to walk for the last 4
months of her life, she loved the little wheeled cart we got her and
she zipped around the house, running over toes and paws with gay
abandon. The highlight of her day was when the parakeet was allowed
free flying time and she could follow along with him throughout the
Throughout the entire illness she was amazingly happy and loving and
she ate all the medications and supplements that were added to her
food with the same enjoyment as if they were just another treat. She
has left a huge hole in our lives and it will be a long time before
I can think of her without shedding a few tears. At least I know
she’s in a better place now where she can run and play with her
half-sister, Toshi, as she was meant to.
Farewell, dear Xena, until we meet again.
Love, Mom (Carol)
learned of the passing of Carla Deskins of Derby Vt. She was such an
amazing pug owner! She adored her senior pugs the most! When I first
met her in 2002 at the pugtoberfest, she had 4 pugs and dressed them
all as lady bugs! So cute. Her love of the breed was simply
outstanding. She succumbed to cancer the weekend of August 31st. She
passed away just after losing her last two pugs Gus and Lady. Rest
in peace Carla. We will all miss your smile! Karen-gmpr
SONNY RAY 4/29/99 – 6/13/09
lived in a small wire cage for 6 years in a Missouri Puppy
Mill. He was used for breeding and when he could no longer do his
job he became another puppy mill “throw away.” Sonny Ray’s legs and
feet were severly deformed. His front legs curved inward and his
elbows bowed out. He walked on the sides of his feet. When Sonny
arrived in Vermont he could only take 2 or 3 steps before he would
have to lay down because his feet would bleed. On June 9, 2005 Sonny
Ray had the first of several surgeries on his right leg, which the
worst of the two. After 18 months he developed enough callous on the
sides of his feet so that they no longer bled. Sonny Ray learned to
run after that! Sonny Ray was about 90% blind from granulation
tissue and pigment covering both corneas due to dry eyes which had
never been treated in the puppy mill. Sonny also suffered from a
collapsed trachea that caused him to choke and cough. In spite of
his many health problems, Sonny Ray was the happiest pug you could
ever know. His big fat bagel tail wagged non stop. He was a champion
of the pug “woo woo” and always ready for a performance. Sonny Ray
spent 4 wonderful years as the GMPR Puppy Mill Poster Pug. I’ve
heard it said that in your lifetime you may have many dogs. If you
are lucky, you may get to share the life of the one perfect dog.
This dog may not be perfect in anyone else’s eyes, but to you he is
perfect. You share an unbreakable bond in your hearts. I’ve been
lucky to have shared my life with 3 such dogs. Pugs of my Heart I
call them. I was blessed to be given the privilege of caring for
Sonny Ray from June 1, 2005 through June 13, 2009. For 4 years he
was my constant companion and friend. On June 13th a piece of my
heart went with him on his journey over the bridge. Good Bye, sweet,
sweet, Pug of my Heart. You are so very much loved and you are
perfect! Rest in Peace Sonny of the North!!!! Judy and Phil Douglas
"Ivy" Valentine Thayer
Born on February 15th 2005 and the only fawn female sharing a litter
with at least five black pugs, Isabella "Ivy" Valentine Thayer was
purchased from a loving breeder in upstate New York. Always a happy
puppy, she came to her new home under the care of Bob and Michelle,
along with Ivy's biological 'aunt' Zelda and a sweet old Golden
Retriever named Angel. It took a few months for her to come out of
her shell, but what emerged was a dog ready to take on the world.
She showed no fear as she guarded the house from anything and
everything that dared to show its face, especially if it tried to
come in the front door.
She loved to watch and bark at the television, to which she was
rather addicted. One day when I was coming home I glanced through
the kitchen window to find her sitting in front of the stove staring
up at the TV on top of the refrigerator, watching with great
interest. Images of dogs and horses were among her favorites, and
she'd attack the entertainment center to get at them. She also found
a distain for certain sounds, especially some songs (like the "Woo
Hoo" song in Vonage commercials, or whistling in a local cable
She was always the "Good Pug", able to be trusted in any situation.
We could leave her in the living room, alone with our food on the
coffee table without fear that she would jump up and eat it. She was
also known as the "mommy pug" with her maternal instincts in
overdrive, making sure Zelda's ears and face were clean almost every
day. She extended this loving attention to her adopted sister Violet
- a GMPR puppy mill rescue.
She liked to swim when we took her out to do so. Zelda didn't care
much for it, so we used her life jacket on Ivy. One summer day at my
father's house Ivy swam in his pool on and off for nearly an hour,
and several of the times she jumped in all by herself. She also
eventually loved the wading pool we set out in our backyard (even
though she saw it more as a large water bowl).
Ivy loved to be outside, whether playing with Zelda and Violet,
seeing her doggie neighbor Spike, chasing squirrels and rabbits or
resting in the sunshine, it did not matter to her. Just the mere
mention of going out would excite her to no end, causing Ivy to yip,
bark and howl as she danced around the room waiting for anyone to
open the door.
The same exuberance came about if you asked her if she was hungry or
wanted to go to bed. In bed she favored two spots: under the covers
behind Michelle's knees or between our pillows. Many mornings were
started off by awakening to her little face in mine, either fast
asleep and snoring or staring and snorting as if to say "Let's go do
The only thing Ivy did not enjoy in the least was riding in the car.
No matter what we did or how often we took her places she never
liked the ride. She would spend the majority of the trip yipping and
howling in a panic until about 5 minutes from any destination where
she would fall asleep. She always loved being in new places, but the
journey was very much an unwelcome aspect. We would make sure she
got in a lot of play time where ever we took her, because then she
would sleep the whole ride home.
Two days after Thanksgiving 2008 Ivy had a massive seizure. She had
another a few hours later, and was rushed to the emergency vet. They
stabilized her and kept her for observation overnight. She seemed
back to normal for a week or so, but then the seizures came back. It
was then that extensive testing was done, which resulted in a
diagnosis of Pug Dog Encephalitis. Through most of December she was
in and out of the animal hospital, coming home a week before
Christmas. She returned to semi-normality for most of January and
February, where she was attentive and alert. If not for the
tell-tale sign of walking in circles, some might say she was doing
fine. She had very mild, short seizures about every two weeks but
was eating, drinking and moving around with lots of energy.
On the morning of March 3rd I found her quivering, having a
low-grade seizure. These usually only lasted a few seconds, but this
one went on for 20 minutes or more. A trip to the vet calmed her
down enough to stop it temporarily. The next morning she had another
prolonged seizure. We decided that we couldn't bear to have her
suffer any longer and took her to the vet one last time. The once
vibrant and happy dog had become far removed from the helpless pug
who struggled with this terrible disease, and we thought it best to
let her go.
It was a difficult decision that I still struggle with, but I know
deep down in my heart it was right.
-- Bob Thayer
morning I sent my handsome little man to Rainbow Bridge and he just
went to sleep. He was having congential heart failure plus old age
had finally caught up with him. I was there when he was born
breathing life into him and had a hard time getting him jump started
and I was there for him today as he took his last breath. Hannah,
put him to sleep for me and Sam helped me take him down and he is
burying him now. After many tears lots of kisses from Blazer and I
then I let him go to his rest. He fell into the water pan yesterday
and if I hadn't been home he would have drowned as he was very
unsteady on his feet and failing fast. I can only thank him for all
the years of beautiful puppies he sired and the lines of him that go
on in my Brutus, Cricket, Muffy,who is is greatgrandaughter and then
Pog,BlayAnka, Jewel,Sweetie way back and now Dani has some of that
far distant blood lines So he lives on and on. And mostly in my
heart...I also thank him for all the years he let me love him and he
loved me back with his unconditional love. He was always at my feet
either tripping me or just laying there waiting to see what my next
move might be.
I love you my handsome man rest in peace.....
Rest in Peace Sweet
This morning I received a call from Judy Douglas, who is
fostering Penelope. She had taken Penelope into the Rutland
Vet Hosp. Judy said the ultrasound showed she was bleeding
internally from either a tumor or ulcer. She needed a blood
transfusion immediately .Judy and Phil raced her to Burlington
Emergency Vet svcs in Burlington for an emergency blood
transfusion and probable surgery. Rutland had called them to
let them know she was coming and what was needed to be done
After sitting for hours in the vets office ( NO not kidding)
the vet finally took them in and said "she needs a
transfusion". NO DUH! Judy had asked repeatedly what was
happening and they told her she was being taken care of -
triaged etc. But in actuality nothing was being done. They
never started the transfusion till 4pm. So she was sitting
there all alone with no help for hours!
It was the hardest thing for Judy and Phil to leave her there
that night, they wanted her to go back to Rutland Vet hospital
but she could not. They gave the vet another board members #
in case it was bad so she would not be alone. Penelope died
Sat. Early am.
Necropsy is back- this is from Judy:
They called back with the results of the Autopsy. She bled out
due to a perforated ulcer. This is exactly what Rutland Vet
said it was. They told us that she needed an immediate
transfusion and surgery to fix it ASAP. Well, I think the
folks at BEVS really really let us down. If they had
transfused her when we go there at 1:00 and call the surgeon
in, they may have been able to save her. All the time we were
there the triage vet kept saying well the decision has to made
as to whether this is a surgical matter or a case for the
internists. Rutland knew exactly what needed to be done but
didn't have the means to do it. Dr. MacPherson is out of town
for the holiday and Rutland could only do one blood
transfusion because they can't match the blood. The ulcer was
in the pyloric (sp?) region and a very small perforation that
could have been repaired surgically - this from the vet at
BEVS. Basically they let her bleed until her heart stopped. My
heart is broken over this and I feel that I let PeaPod down by
taking her there. When I am able to, I will talk to Dr.
MacPherson about what happened and will definitely be writing
a complaint letter to BEVS.
Thanks to everyone for the kind words and thoughts. She will
be cremated and come home to us. Hugs, Judy
With heavy hearts, GMPR announces the passing of our beloved Brenna
to the rainbow bridge today. Her body just could not move anymore
and she was not happy about it. Her foster parents Mike and Vickie
are pug angels for sure. For months they just picked her up and
carried her everywhere lovingly cleaning her up and her messes
without a word. She would cry out when Mike was not around. They did
everything they could for her, trying to get the cart to help her
walk. Until her front legs gave out and could not hold her up
anymore. She could barely eat- they held her head so she could. They
went above and well beyond what anyone could do for the precious
girl. We will miss her but we know now she is in the bridge reunited
with her owner that passed before her. Run fast and well dear Brenna.
You left your heart with us!!
Rafferty - January 12, 1996 - April 7, 2009
I don’t know quit how to write this tribute to our Lucy. There is so
much we want to say but our hearts are so heavy at the moment that
is much to difficult. Lucy lost her courageous battle with cancer
April 7, 2009. She was our alpha girl and she ruled with such grace
and dignity. When we began taking in rescue Pugs in 2003, Lucy took
it all in stride and welcomed each one as a member of our family and
her pack. Of course she always let them know straight up that she
was boss. She was one of the most courageous little Pugs I have
known. She overcame several hurdles during her little life but this
was one hurdle that was just to big. Lucy came through the radiation
therapy like a trooper, and endured chemo like a pro, yet the cancer
spread to her lungs and there was nothing more we could do except to
let Lucy die as she had lived, with grace and dignity. Our vet came
to the house and helped her gently across the rainbow bridge with us
by her side. Lucy was never far from my side for 13 years and it’s
so very hard waking up and not seeing those big brown eyes, nor
hearing her woo-woos at treat time and through out the day. We
always knew Lucy was our angle and now she has her wings so that she
may fly. We know Lucy is at peace and is waiting with her siblings
for us to join them all one day. Lucy defiantly changed our lives
and we are so grateful that she shared her much to short life with
us. One of my favorite quotes sums it up “No heaven will not ever
heaven be, unless my pets are there to welcome me.” We love you Lucy
Lu! Forever and Always till we meet again. God bless