If you are reading this, then know that my spirit has left this world and entered into a realm I’ve often considered.
I had to leave some final words to those of you who have followed the trials, tribulations, and great celebrations of my short but incredibly exciting life. Mom, I know you are bereft, lost, and grieving horribly but remember, as I’ve often shown you, that our bond goes beyond this “mortal coil” and transcends this realm into another. I may have left my poor broken body behind but not my spirit…ever.
You must know the life I’ve led humbles me (but not for long). I can’t imagine any pug ever being loved more than I, nor can I imagine a pug who lived more fully, sucking the marrow, both metaphorically and literally, from every possible moment. We traveled together, we shared new experiences, met so many people and dogs, went boating, shucked and ate clams together, went to baseball games, took great walks when I still was fully mobile, cuddled on lazy weekends, visited parks throughout the city, and comforted one another through the hard times. You gave so much and I hope I gave in return…I think I did.
I made you angry, exhausted you, caused you great distress and frustration, but mostly I made you smile…which was my part of our relationship. You knew me better than anyone on the planet and I like to think I knew you as well. As you recall, it was love at first sight for both of us and that never changed, did it? So, do you really think that kind of powerful energy disappears just because my body isn’t here? You know better.
Now, for the shiftless Lizzard…she will need some attention, I’m not going to lie, and (I can’t believe I’m saying this) she isn’t a bad pug even though she is lame. We did share some moments, as you probably recall from my blogs, but keep her in line and don’t let her get lazy and fat. Also, I know you’re not ready to hear this now, but there are a lot of pugs out there who deserve the kind of life and love I received, so please don’t fail to adopt when it is time. Lizzie needs it too.
That’s about all, dear readers and Mom and Dad. I will choose when, where, and how I exit this world so you don’t need to worry about that Mom. I am still in charge. Think of me often (and I know you will) but please with a smile and a story.