Sad times and a new beginning

The early part of 2016 was grim for me. I couldn't understand why Maisie had to go. I loved having another puggy body to cuddle up to and so although the parents did their best with hot water bottles and the like...it was no good, I went into a decline.

Eventually in the summer I became quite ill with it all, got a really bad joint inflamation and ear infection. Mummy thought I would be too ill to walk anymore so she bought me a chariot. Even having my own wheels didn't cheer me though.

Things were bleak but just then.......
Mummy showed me a photo of a girl in South Wales. She wasnt a pug, she was a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel, all alone having been given up for adoption. She wasn't a youngster at 8 years old and she was deaf but I liked the cut of her jib. There was something about this gal.....

Her name was Roxy but we soon changed that to something much more sensible.
Lucy and I became friends and in August of 2016 she came to live in my house with me.

She liked the toys

I showed her the garden and offered her gifts.

Still she insisted on separate beds.

and so dear blog reader, I married her!