This is to honor my heart and soul, Pugsley Wheezer Gibson. You were always there for me, with me. I remember when you were riding home that very first day, it was July and very hot outside. You slept beside me in the car with your feet wrapped around a cold bottle of water. I remember when we finally got home and you would walk on the carpet and it sounded like velcro. I remember you trying to love on a big red dog and Uncle Mark had to save you.
Remember for a pug who had no nose, you sure were nosey. You helped me paint and do work around our first house. You seemed to get more paint on you than the walls. I remember the times you would help Uncle Mark and all of a sudden his tools would end up in the yard. Then there was the “rib bone incident” when you first growled at Uncle Mark.
Remember when you used to fight with Uncle Mark? Remember when Grandpa closed you up in the recliner? You never made a sound just stuck your feet out from under the chair to let him know you were there.
You loved to go bye-bye. You made it very clear by talking the whole time. Do you remember fighting with Grandpa all the time over food when I wasn’t home? I remember when you went to visit Grandpa at the nursing home and everybody loved you. Remember Uncle Mark’s first apartment and the glass door! You also christened his brand new house, you know what I mean. I never went to see him with out you.
When Grandpa died, you started losing weight so I took you to the doctor and found out you had a liver shunt, congenital, even though you were 4yrs old. You breezed through surgery even though nothing could be done. Thanks Uncle Mark for footing the bill. There were a couple scares but I just couldn’t let you go. I always told you if you needed to go see Grandpa, it was ok, I LOVE YOU and understand. This time when you got sick, I knew it was time for you to go. I could not stand the thought of you suffering just because I couldn’t let you go.
You had 10 B’s, biscuits before we started. I held you in my arms as you drifted away, I told you that I loved you, I told you to go and be Grandpa’s pug. Go meet Grandma, you had been to her grave numerous times and never even met her. I kissed your head telling you that you would always be my baby boy. Then you were gone.
I know I did the right thing because you were my first-born pug and words will never be able to express how much I love you.
Remember, you'll always be mama's baby boy
| Laura Gibson |