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He has conjunctivitis- had dye in his eyes to check for ulcers and thankfully there are none!

Maya jumped onto the rocking chair and now is afraid to move because it won’t stay still.

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Life is so unfair. My boy, Kevin, has such a big personality. I adopted him when I was 19 years old, a year after I moved out on my own. He has been there my entire adult life and I truly do not remember a time before Kevin. He was my constant in my very inconsistent life. I don’t want to make this too long but we went through a lot together. Moving constantly and meeting friends everywhere we went.

We woke up one morning a little over 2 years ago, and i noticed a minor wobble in his legs.

I took him to the vet and got on arthritis meds. While he was more comfortable, his legs progressively started getting worse. It got to a point where he was starting to scooch on his butt.

We go back to the vet and he is in pain and is prescribed a pain medicine. He ends up having to go on a high dose.

We went to rehabilitation and did acupuncture, laser, physical therapy, and had monthly check ins with his regular vet. Things looked OK sorta. In the beginning of this process.

But after about a month of doing this regularly, he started going down. Every morning for the last 3 weeks, I knew that when I woke up, he would be worse than the day before.

He looked miserable, high off meds, unable to do much physical therapy, incontinent, SO FRUSTRATED that he could not be Kevin. He would sit there and cry because he couldn’t get comfortable and could not get in a right position because he couldn’t move his body easily.

A few nights ago, at 4am, he woke me up howling. I picked him up and rushed him to the kitchen and he was still just crying and howling. I doubled his dose of pain meds and laid on the floor with him as I iced his back and massaged him. In that moment he and I came to the conclusion that he is not himself and losing his dignity. I made the appointment for 2 days out.

His last 48 hours was filled with love , friendship, and happiness. He was allowed to do everything and eat everything. He was high off pain pills but he did enjoy his time.

Yesterday was the day and it was the longest day of our lives. We waited for 4 hours on the grass for the garbage truck to drive by (he loved the garbage truck) while he ate fried chicken and motzi sticks. The truck never came, and it was time to head to the vet.

I won’t go into details here. I can’t rehash. But there is a hole in my heart now. My husband and I stayed up late just chatting about him and how much we miss him.

I have not stopped crying. All night last night I heard a snore beside me. His snores kept waking me up, and I’d hear him shuffling in his bed, and I could not get any sleep. I think I was hallucinating or something.

I can’t imagine time healing this wound. I’ve been through so much loss in my life but this is worse. Much much much worse.

If you read this, thank you for reading. I appreciate you giving me your time. Pugs 4 eva.

My pug was trying to talk to a big dog. What do you guys think she was trying to tell the big dog?

Maya’s ear perks up when she hears a treat bag being opened on the other side of the house

He loves helping cause he gets all the busted tomatoes.

❤️

Hello reddit world!

Recently I had an accident which left me with a broken ankle.

After spending lots of days in the hospital I finally returned home.

My pug (15 years old) has understood his new assignment.

He always keeps me company and he is trying to protect my leg.

The only issue is that sometimes he is getting in my way which is kind of scaring me not to hurt him or accidentally trip on him.

Any ideas to limit his overprotective tendencies ?

Credit goes to the lovely soul that organises the monthly pug meetups for our local-ish area, seeing my special boy with smiles is something I cannot gatekeep.

Long live Pete and Stella! One session left but I’m so happy with how this is turning out.

Poe, my black pug, always looks to sleep in the sunbeam. Why?