r/pugs

He just loves to swim! Hope everybody's having a happy Sunday!

There’s wildfires quite a ways away from us (no effects on our air quality) but the clouds obscuring the sun made everything look SUPER golden (these photos were BARELY edited), and it made Russer look super majestic! He LOVES hikes is what I’ve learned 💕

My better half’s pug, turned 17 on 2nd of July. She fought, and lost a fight with a Bull Mastiff, but survived to tell the tale! She is deaf, blind and mostly sleeps, but has sass and attitude of a pug 10 years her junior.

AS SHE SHOULD 🥰💅🏻

Went to a Pug cafe in Edinburgh, definitely a highlight of our trip!

A pug and his second mother — at 4pm.

He was only in my life for a few months. He was an adoption I got in March. He was abandoned in the cold Canadian weather and had lots wrong with him, from a hernia, calcified nose, and even salmonella. We beat them all.

We just couldn’t beat cancer. After many nights thinking and watching him get worse, yet still get excited when I got home, still loved his food, it was hard to let go. Especially when I needed him more than ever right now…

But he’s not in pain anymore. I hope that’s enough.

Gracie is feeling pretty patriotic today!

Winston passed suddenly yesterday morning after a quick and sharp downturn, all of me is crushed. He was one of the sweetest souls I’ve ever known in my 40 years on earth, and my best friend. He always made me feel like we were just a boy and his dog aimlessly sniffing our way through life, feelings I never got to have in childhood. 12.5 years wasn’t nearly enough time on earth, but I’m so so so glad we rescued him from that Indiana trailer park. It was fate. He was pure love with just enough feisty playfulness to keep things silly. He glued himself to us every single waking or sleeping moment, and now I see him everywhere I look. I’ve experienced a lot of extreme loss in my life but I’ve never cried so deeply as I have these last 28 hours. I didn’t know I could make some of these noises lol.

I’ll miss watching TV with you smushed between my legs, snoring on the chaise. I’ll miss stuffing you in that stupid puffy coat in the winter. I’ll miss watching how ridiculously adverse you were to even the slightest drizzle. I’ll miss seeing the wolf in you emerge whenever you ate a nice meaty treat, and fearing for my fingers with every morsel. I’ll miss watching you act like some big, tough, terrifying guard dog whenever some rangy mutt crossed our sidewalk path, knowing you were such a soft and cozy little noodle beneath those deep barks. I’m glad I gave you all that crispy salmon skin Tuesday. I’ll miss you sleeping at my feet during our 8 hour DND sessions. You’ll forever be the mascot of the Punchy Knuckles, now you’re our spirit guardian.

I’ll miss our creeping, old man strolls and still curse that freak leg injury. It was real cute seeing you on the water treadmill though. I know you couldn’t understand, but you were so beloved that Sam created the “Cult of Winston” with her friends at school, and you had your very own locker shrine!!! I’ll miss how you used to scream with joy when I came home from work and I curse the tracheal collapse that neutered those screams and eventually led to your death. You were there for me years ago when I lost my children, house and partner, ready and willing to soak up so many of my tears into your soft fur. Now all I’ve got are these stupid tissues I brought home from the vet.

You’ll forever be my most shining example of what unconditional love and joy can be in this life, and dear God was it beautiful. Everybody loved you and couldn’t not even if they tried. You’ll always be my special baby boy, my Handsome Little Muffin Man. I miss you so much.