The Night Before 09-09-2014

 

The Night Before

I’ve been grieving the loss of my Pug who died last year aged 14.5. We had been together ever since she was 8 weeks old. A whole lifetime together, from tiny puppy to grey faced old lady who I pushed about in a pet stroller and held while she peed to prevent her falling over. It has been tough the last few months without her.

I still wake up in the middle of the night crying for her, l yearn to hear her sounds and feel her wonderful energy. She’s gone, a shrine with her ashes is here in my studio. I don’t think I will ever get over losing her. She was my greatest love and probably always will be but she’s gone.

This is Pugsley, she was special, she was born in Belgium and we took her home to Amsterdam, this is her when she was 14, in her last year with us:

Gracie is not going to replace Pugsley. Grace is living on a farm where pugs and small dogs are bred and sold. Apparently she’s not coping well in the pack, she’s too passive and gets picked on by the others. She’s 3.5 years old, is orginally from Hungary and I’m going to go meet her tomorrow.

I could likely adopt a 7 year old from Belgium and not have to fork out as much money as I will be doing tomorrow. It’s not about the money though, it’s about a promise I made. Even though Gracie doesn’t know it yet, I made a promise to get her out of that farm and adopt her, bring her home.  In the long run I won’t miss the money.

I have bought two dog beds, one is already set up in the car.  That will be the studio bed. I also have a bed for our home.

My husband says it’s too soon for me to get another pug and he’s right. I know it’s too soon but I really want her and I feel like she needs us.

So here goes my journey of adopting Grace who shall be known as Gracie. This is the only photo I have seen of her so far:

She reminds me a little of Pugsley but she will be her own pug. I will have to take her lead on how our relationship develops.