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I received a notice in the mail from Pusgley's Vet saying he is due in for a Comprehensive Senior Wellness Exam. I guess this is something their computers generate based on the animals birthdate in the hospital database. It's the first time I've received one of these and to be honest, it has me a little freaked out. I mean yes, I understand he will be 11 this year but I am in a bit of denial about it. I don't like this, I don't want Pugsley to be a senior.
It's not his gray mask or poor hearing, wobblier gait or even the rising cost of his vet care that bothers me. It's just that the older he gets the more I realize our time togther is fleeting. It's reality I know but I still don't have to like it. I want him to never leave me.
I Love Pugsley more now than I ever did even back when he was a lively adorable little puppy. His personality and "ways" have grown on me so much over the years. The way he demands things and tries to rule me. Okay not "tries to" but "succeeds at".
What kills me is the things I see and hear about working in Pug Rescue. There are so many senior pugs just discarded, neglected, abused. Pugs that people have owned as long as I have had Pugsley and then one day just wake up and decide they don't want them anymore. I just can't fathom it. In a perfect world, I would have my own Pug farm that would be a safe haven for all pugs in need, young and old but especially for the seniors to live out their final days with Love and Compassion. I wish I had the set-up for it right now, but I don't.
It's the old-timers that are the best, funniest little characters with the most love and affection to give and receive. I could go on but one of our volunteers sent me this clip which says it all: Tribute to Senior Pugs.