Molly was my guardian's first pug. She was top pug, then I came into the picture several years later and took over. I told you that before. When Molly was 11, she developed a terrible disease called degenerative myelopathy (like the worst form of MS for dogs). She lost the use of her back legs, got fitted with a cart, and this pix is the last time she was able to be out and about at the pug meetup. We had a great time there, especially Molly. She told me she was happy to be able to "walk" more like a dog and loved that her cart allowed her to get around and sniff and be like the other pugs. Even though she and I had had our "moments," I really watched out for her as that awful disease took away her mobility. I became HER therapy dog. I was sad when she went over the Rainbow Bridge. Even my 'Cuz ball didn't appeal to me.
Gus and I might have our "moments," and I sound like I am sort of impatient with him. But truth is, he became a great playmate when 3 months later he came to live with us. But shhhhh...don't let him know that!
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