I know how difficult it makes having to make the decision to say goodbye is made by uncaring service. Twice now we have been hurried a long in making the decision and how much time I was given to say goodbye. One dog was put down before I could even get there to say goodbye. You obviously loved Walker very much and that he lived his best life with you. And always remember that between hello and goodbye there was so much love. Much PugLove and many PugHugs Angel Grunt-Grunt and Momma

Anniversaries are very hard. Grief is love with no where to go. Please remember that between hello and goodbye there was so much love.

Stunning cat. So sorry for your loss. Please remember that between hello and goodbye there was so much love.

I have worrysome news on my newest baby Lexie Loo. She\’s gone from Christmas Eve she ran, and played, and talked to us for an extended period of time just because for the first time ever to on 2/6&7 overnight she went back to being scared, won\’t go outside off leash, only eats when she feels like it, and I have to try a few things on her when she does eat. I put liquid in her food, but on days she doesn\’t eat I have to use a syringe to keep her hydrated. She\’s never alone, so we can\’t figure out what happened to trigger this. Any suggestions?

This is my Lexie Loo Who the Cockapoo.

The name Lexie Loo Who just came to me when we got her. I have a habit of putting the first letter of the name with oo behind it on a lot of dogs. The Who came from the little girl in the Grinch, Cindy Lou Who. She has blossomed so much since we brought her home. When we got her she hadn’t been groomed in months, was filthy, matted stinky and had a horrible ear infection in both ears. She spent the first month sitting on the arm of the couch and shook. She was so traumatized. It just broke my heart. She’s an 8 yr old apricot cockapoo, with little dark patches. Now that she’s been groomed she’s so cute. There were a couple of coincidences that told me that I was doing the right thing by adopting her. First when I got Grunt-Grunt it was 2 wks after I lost Ladiebug. I picked Lexie Loo up 2 wks after I lost Grunt-Grunt. Second they were both 7yrs when I got them, Third both turned 8 in May after getting them. Four we left the house at 1:15 when going to let Grunt-Grunt go, and…

I’m sorry I missed the group. If you have one again, please send me the information. Thank you. The new dog’s name is Lexie-Loo-Who. I’ll write more about her later. She is sweet.

I’m still grieving hard for her. Adopted another dog, poor thing was so traumatized it was awful. She’s coming out of it a little at a time. Will write more about her later.

Grunt-Grunt passed away almost 7 mo ago. not doing well at all.

Well it\’s been quite some time since I posted last. Last time I had an adorable Pug Grunt-Grunt, so named for the little grunts she made when she was happy. Well, when I got Grunt-Grunt her left eye was damaged. In March of 2022 her injured eye ruptured and had to be removed. That was $1200 I didn\’t have, but I couldn\’t let her go either. She healed well from the surgery. But for about a year before that she\’d been suffering from Pug myopathy and could wobble at best without assistance. So I found this great charity called High Rollers Club, and they supply dogs with wheelchairs, and you return the chair when you are no longer using it. Well, that dreadful day came for me on 12/30/22 at 4:10pm. Grunt-Grunt had quit eating on Christmas Day, but had shown no signs of being sick until then. When we got to the vet I was told that there was nothing they could do for my baby girl. She had a horrible infection and even if I put her in the ER she wouldn\’t make it. Why?!?!?! She was such a happy little dog who\’s life started out with abuse and neglect. She was my world, got me through so many dark days. I would\’ve done anything to save her, even traded my life for hers, but then I wouldn\’t have been here to care for her. I feel so much guilt over her death, if I just would have known that she was sick, I could have saved her. She deserved to live and love for many more years. She would have turned 12 this May. I miss her so much.

Your baby was so precious. I’m so sorry that you’re dealing with this grief. Please remember that between hello and goodbye there was so much love. Don’t be afraid to rescue a deserving dog, not to replace your lost furbaby, but to help you heal. Sending you prayers for peace for your soul, healing thoughts 🙏💭🙏💭🙏💭 and many Pug hugs from my senior rescue Pug Grunt-Grunt and myself. Lean on the people here. Toni is phenomenal when it comes to support. She’s amazing.

The right dog will come along when it’s supposed to. Be patient. Thank you for opening your heart to another dog.

I’m sorry for your loss my friend. Grunt-Grunt and I are sending you prayers and healing thoughts 🙏💭🙏💭🙏💭. Hugs

Thank you for the information, I figured it out finally. Went through all my posts, remembering with a smile. Grunt-Grunt sends her love.

Thank you for your kind words. Yes, i believe that her knowing what was happening that day was a gift to me. One that I treasure. Making her last da as special as I could was not only for her, but it was for me. It made what happened easier for me to take. When I lost Bear it was a surprise, I didn’t know that it was coming and couldn’t prepare for it. In fact I still have a problem with the way that day went down. I was working and sent Bear to the vet for the first time without me. My fiance took him. The vet told him that Bear was in excruciating pain and the only option was to put him down. It upset jim so much that he let the vet push him into putting him down right there and then. Before I was notified or was given the chance to say wait at least until I get there. I was told about it after the fact, after he’d been put down. I still harbor ill feelings towards him for this fact. Bear was MY world. The only reason I’m alive today, and I was denied the chance to be there…

I’m having trouble doing this, I’ve been wanting to re-read my earlier posts, but am unable to do so. Am I doing something wrong? Or are they too old? Toni please help if you can. Thanks.

Opening your heart and life to another kitty will probably be very therapeutic for you. I know that doing so has helped heal my broken heart twice now. Just remember that you’re not replacing your furbaby, nothing can do that. I hope that your search goes well and that you find your next kitty soon. I have faith that you’ll be able to be happy again with your new love. Good luck.

That’s ok Tani, I’ve posted on 3 different occasions and other than Toni I haven’t received received any response. But I posted anyway because it is theraputic for me to write about my animals. Maybe my posts are just too long. But I’ve got a lot to say, and Toni does respond to me.

I’m so sorry that you’re dealing with this loss. I’m sure that it is very hard on Trixi being without Leo. It’s good that you take her with you more. She really needs your extra attention right now. And it’s good that you have her to lean on as well. Animals grieve just like we do. Leo was absolutely adorable. Sending you prayers and healing thoughts. Can you post a picture of Trixi too? Sending her loving schritches.

Welcome Sondra. You’ll find caring support here. It’s a wonderful community. I’m so sorry that you’re dealing with the loss of a beloved pet. Please remember that between hello and goodbye there was so much love. Healing thoughts and hugs to you. Please tell me more about Pearl. Do you have pictures? I’d love to see them.

Sending you positive thoughts for Scarlet to come home to you. The not knowing is torture, I know. Hugs to comfort you during this difficult time. 🥺🐾

What a beautiful boy he is. He has such an intense look on his face. I bet he’s a joy to play with. I miss having a big dog around. They’re so much fun. Give him schritches for me.

The first 3 pictures are of my baby Bear, my soulmutt that I wrote about earlier. He was so handsome. He was Queensland Blue Healer and Flat Coated Retriever, 105lbs of sweetheart. The last 2 pictures are of my Black Lab mix Ladiebug. She is the dogI saw with Bear for 2 weeks after he passed away. When I would be outside in the yard alone, working with my flowers and crying because I missed Bear so much I would hear his bark and as I\’d look up I\’d see him coming down the street next to our house and he had another dog with him that looked almost exactly like him, but was smaller and for some reason I knew it was a female. (who I called Stella) anyway they would turn the corner towards our house and then fade away about the time they got to the driveway gates. This went on everyday for 2 weeks, then stopped and I eventually let the other dog fade to the back of my mind. Then 8 months later on the night before my 50th birthday my fiance and I both dreamed about seeing Bear sitting in front of the local shelter. In the morning we told each other about our dreams and decided that it was Bear telling us it was time to adopt a new dog, and since it was my birthday, the start of a new year, and a new decade it had to be that day. Well we went to the shelter and I told them we were looking for a large, senior dog. We didn\’t care what breed, male or female. Just large and senior because no one wants to give big dogs or senior dogs a chance. We were told that there was only one in the whole shelter a black lab mix, but she was at an adoption event across town. Now this didn\’t click with the dog I\’d seen with Bear at the time, but my fiance quickly said that we\’d take her, sight unseen. Well we drove across town to get her but they\’d already left so back across town we drove. As we sat in the meet and greet area I saw Bear out of the corner of my eye and knew we were doing the right thing. When they brought Ladiebug into the area and I saw her for the first time I hit my knees, tears rolling down my cheeks as I recognized her as the dog I\’d seen with Bear for those 2 weeks. I wrapped my arms around her neck and buried my face in the soft fur of her neck. Then I showed the girls a picture of Bear, and they were amazed at how much they looked alike. She was about 9yrs old, had been a stray, had a little trouble seeing, her teeth were worn down and a couple were broken off. She was very calm, timid, they said afraid except for with us. She\’d been there for almost 3mo and no one had even looked at her, and she was beautiful, very thin, she only weighed 40lbs, had kennel cough, worms and an ear infection. We named her Ladiebug because that\’s what my grandmother called me as a child and we got her on my birthday, starting a new year, a new decade for me and a new life for her. we celebrated her birthday with mine. It was painfully obvious that she\’d been abused by someone pretty bad. You couldn\’t raise your hand or voice without her wincing, she wouldn\’t eat until we were out of the room, but he had to keep one of us within her sight at all times the rest of the time. She didn\’t make any noise for the first week, until on a walk and this weird guy walked too close to me and she moved between us and let out with a growl that had to have come from the tips of her toes. Then she was in the yard and saw him walking too close to her fence and she barked, then looked back at me as if to ask if it was ok, and I told her it was. She was a gentle, sweet soul who you couldn\’t help but love. Every morning when I\’d get myself a big bowl of cereal and sit down she\’ sit iin front of me and we\’d share the bowl, bite for bite. We used to share Kings Hawaiian rolls the same way, And I used to give her what I called slow gentle lovins, where I\’d rub and massage her entire body gently, slowly taking an hour or more and she\’d just fall over against me letting out a quiet \”urf\” as she did, and again here and there through out the session. We did this at least twice a day at first. More often after we found out she had mammary cancer, and it became more advanced. That\’s why we lost her. We found out she had it when we got her, and she was with us 2mo and 9 days shy of 2yrs. Not nearly long enough, but at least we knew that she knew she was loved during her last days. She was happy during her time with us. She used to lay on her side and rub her head ack and forth on it\’s side letting out an \”eeerrrruurrr\” for sometimes up to 5 mins at a time, her tail just wagging. It was 13 days after we lost her on 2-11-19 that I rescued Grunt-Grunt. My mom said that Ladiebug crossed over because she knew Grunt-Grunt was going to need a home. Somehow I believe that. God how I miss her!!! It took me 6mo to eat cereal again. I love you little girl!

Look at that adorable little face! I know that it’s harder some days than others. Sending hugs.

Oh he was so precious. I’m sorry that you’re hurting. It does ease with time, I promise. Always remember that between hello and goodbye there was so much love. Take care

What a beautiful name. I’d love to hear more about her. Sending thoughts for comfort. Take care.

Wow, was surprised to hear from you so soon, but very pleased. I agree animals are amazing in what they can deal with, and how well they deal with things that would break most humans. Each one of my fur-babies has been an absolute inspiration to me in so many ways. Bear is the only dog that I have been able to have in my life from beginning to end. His mother was my roommates dog so I was there through the entire pregnancy. In fact he and his siblings were actually born in my lap. Momma was fine with the whelping box until the contractions really started, then she ended up in my lap. It was a good thing I was there as Bear was nearly twice the size of the other puppies and Sheila was having a great deal of trouble birthing him. I ended up helping her by pulling him out. When the pups were only 10 days old Sheila for some strange reason brought him out to me, placing him in my lap for a couple of minutes. She did this every so often until he was old enough to run around and find me himself. I never quite understood it until Bear was about 4mo old and I had my first seizure, and I had vomited and aspirated. He went through the screen door over to the neighbors getting his head stuck in the cat door attracting her attention. She knew something was wrong because you never saw one of us without the other. By the time she got to me I was already turning blue. Thank god she was a nurse and knew what to do. So I am still alive today because of him. I truly believe that his mom knew that there was going to be something special between us and tha\’ts why she brought him out to me. He saved my life more than once, protecting me for the 5 yrs that we lived on the streets together. In fact there came one of the darkest days of my life, I considered suicide, but couldn\’t do it because I couldn\’t leave him alone in the world to fend for himself. I just couldn\’t do that to him. He was the most incredible soul that has ever touched my life. He made me a better person. He is my soul-mutt. Of all the dogs I\’ve ever loved I loved him the best. Not more, just so differently. He was Queensland Bleu Healer (mom) and Flat coated Retriever (dad) 105lbs of the longest blackest, softest fur. And he really did resemble a bear when you looked at him walking from the back. He had the sweetest personality, loved almost everyone. But there were those few that he would place himself between them and me and let out a little \”burf\” just so I could hear it. I learned quickly, especially on the streets, to trust his judgement. Itkept me safe moe than once. He had a thing for little dogs. He loved them. The last 3yrs of his life his \”girlfriend\” was a little Chihuahua named Tee-Tee. She lived across the street and they would lay by their fences and actually \”talk\” to each other. She could take his favorite baby from him, or even take treats right out of his mouth. She cried out for him for months after he passed. Ah, I have such amazing memories of him. I do of all my dogs but he was so special. I;m including pics of Grunt-Grunt this time. I just got a new computer and haven\’t been able to transfer my pics of Bear and Ladiebug over yet. When I do I\’ll share them too. I have to share this story, it was so funny. Tonight we had a really bad winter rain storm come through with wind gusts over 55mph. My little Grunt-Grunt was sleeping soundly on her perch, (the arm of the couch that\’s next to the wall) and we had a super wind gust that hit the side of our trailer so hard it sounded like the walls were going to come down. Well this woke he up with such a start that she jumped up off the perch and let out the biggest grow and barking she\’s ever done and i don\’t think her feet touched the couch as she landed in my lap at the opposite end. She buried herself under my arm and was letting the wall have it. Poor baby, that wind gust really got to her. she\’s been attached to me at the hip ever since. Ilove her so much. When I got her she\’d been used as a breeder, physically abused, never even had a toy. Nor was she allowed to go outside to play or go potty. She had a horrible ear infection that had been neglected for months the vet said. It was so bad she\’d scratched a hole in the cornea of her eye and is now blind in that eye. She was lucky not to lose it. She\’s so amazing, it took me about 24 hrs of taking her out every couple hrs to potty and praising her when she did to train her to ask to go out to potty. It didn\’t take long for her t figure out what tous were for, even though she doesn\’t play with them a whole lot, she does play with them. Within the first 3 or 4 hrs of having her she decided I wasn\’t allowed out of her sight. Her owner died and the lady\’s daughter was going to put her down rather than try to find her a home because she was almost 8 and because of her eye. The woman figured no one would want her. I couldn\’t believe it. I got her the day before they were going to put her down. At first I was only going to foster her because we\’d just lost Ladiebug 13 days before. It took less than 24hs for me to decide that I couldn\’t give her up. She was just so precious, so willing to love after coming from such tragic circumstances. She gives me strength. If she can go through what she did and still have such a loving personality, learn so fast, I can face anything I have to as well. Well I\’ve run on long enough for now, next time stories of Ladiebug. Enjoy the pics. Take care, stay safe and give your babies schritches from our house.

Yes, if I had the choice of skipping my babies, as well as the pain of loosing them, or to have both my babies and the inevitable grief and pain, I’ll take the joy and the pain. I’ve taken to taking Grunt-Grunt outside at about 500-530am and we stay out for about an hour or so. This is our time now, and in the late evening because we live in the desert and it’s already over 100° during the day. My fiance built her a little bed frame with a shade over it and I made the mattress for it so she has a soft comfortable place to lay when we’re outside. She loves it. Next week we are putting in a 4’x4′ patch of grass for the Grunt-Grunt too. This way when she has to potty when it’s hot out she can use the grass and not burn her little feet. She isn’t fond of her booties. Spent the weekend looking up patterns for doggy wheelchairs. Got a couple of ideas, even found the most expensive part, for free. The wheels I found on an oxygen tote. Excited I found them, but saddened too. Her breathing still isn’t quite right, maybe I’m just worrying too much. Bear was taken from me suddenly. Took him in to check something out, and I got a call from the vet, they had just put down the most incredible soul I’d ever met. And I didn’t get to be there. I was there for his first breath and every breath after that, except his last one. I was working, and didn’t think they would put him down without me there. 5 yrs and I still go to pieces thinking about that. Ladiebug, we had to choose her pass over day. One of the hardest days. I’m trying to prepare for Grunt-Grunt, including saving money up so that when the time comes, hopefully I’ll have the money and that will be one less thing for me to stress over.. thank you for the beautiful words and the support. They are appreciated more than you know. I have only my fiance here, no friends to speak of. This makes venues like this so amazing, and people like you so wonderful.