Yoda
It is with great sadness that we inform everyone at the Pug Rescue of the death of our Yoda. We adopted Yoda from Michigan Pug Rescue in September of 2011. We fell in love with Yoda the minute we saw him on the Pug Rescue site, and those feelings were just confirmed when we went out to the Laurel Park Place Mall to meet him in person. Yoda was such a sweet, personable dog. Everyone who met him, loved him!! Yoda very quickly became ill this past week. We took him to the veterinarian on Friday, and he was diagnosed with pneumonia. After a night of hospitalization and a lot of antibiotics, it looked like things would get better. However, his condition worsened once we brought him home. We took him back to the vet's today, and the news wasn't good; he had developed pulmonary edema. We had no time to decide what to do, as Yoda made his own decision, and went on to cross the Rainbow Bridge within the few minutes of his diagnosis. Our hearts are broken. Yoda was a wonderful boy, such a great addition to our family. His personality was so mellow and sweet, but yet he had a spunk which was totally charming!! He loved to bark at the golfers which passed by on the course which we live on, (giving them golfing lessons, no doubt), or to demand his dinner at the top of his lungs. He will be greatly missed by his little sister, Mirdle, (while he initially shared a somewhat adversarial relationship with her at first), they were the best of friends in recent months, sleeping and eating together always. Thank you to everyone at the Michigan Pug Rescue for allowing us to adopt this wonderful dog!! He will forever live in our hearts. With great sadness, Chris and Sue Richards.

Joey
Joey came to live with us on Dec. 10, 2003, after MPR rescued him from a puppy mill with many others. Words cannot describe what he has meant to us. He was truly a member of our family. He was the sweetest dog! He loved everybody and never hurt anyone. He loved us so much! We cannot even imagine our home without him in it. We will miss him sleeping on his favorite step, laying on his spot on the couch, snoring in our bed, sleeping by the front door in a warm sun beam, going on the boat in the summer, and the list could go on and on. We are deeply saddened by our loss. We have so many great memories of him. We will hold on to those and think about him with every day that passes. With broken hearts, The Havasis

Hannah
Hannah came into our world on July 4, 2000. She was born in our home after her mother along with 22 others were rescued from a Pennsylvania puppy mill. Hannah was tube feed by her mom, Kathy until she was able to drink from a bottle and then survive on her own. Hannah was the only one of a litter of 5 to survive. Kathy tube fed her because her mom had also passed. Once she was able to drink from a bottle and then survive on her own Kathy continued to nurse her. At the time, Ivory had also come into the rescue from another puppy mill and she assisted Kathy in performing many of the motherly duties. Hannah always had her odd behavior. She would look up to the ceiling when entering a doorway as if to make sure it was OK to go through. She did not like to walk on any surface that was not carpeted. At one time we changed our home to hard wood floors and were forced to change them back to carpeting because Hannah would not go from room to room using area rugs. She always required us to take her outside and place her off of the grass because she would not walk down the 2 stairs to get to the yard. The picture of Hannah was taken when she was staying for a couple of days at one of the foster homes and she made it clear nobody was going to play with any of the toys (even though she never played with a toy herself) She crossed the Rainbow Bridge Saturday, April 13, 2013 peacefully at home. Hopefully the demons that seemed to play with her mind from time to time are now gone and she will romp with Ebony, Sarah, Ivory and Jo Jo in a place where the is peace and tranquility. She will be missed.

Otis
Hello, my name is Trixie Groves. Me and my brother, Otis came to live with Bear and my forever family when we were two years old. I am now fourteen years old. My brother, Otis, went to the "Rainbow Bridge" in January. My mom and dad were the best people. Me and my brother, Otis, were loved very much and my mom and dad took very good care of us. My brother, and I, and Bear went to see the doggie opthalmologist, the doggie acupuncturist, and we had our yearly check ups with the doggie doctor. I became ill one year with the asthma related pneumonia and I had to go to the emergency care center and spend the night. When I got well, I had to have inhalers twice a day and I had to have eye gel twice a day. My brothers and I, had the run of the house and the backyard. There were times when my brothers and I would do our "doggie" business in the house, but mom and dad never got angry with us; they would get out the steam cleaner and clean up after us. We went to Kentucky one year with mom and dad to visit my "grandma" and my many "aunts" and uncles". My "grandma" was not feeling well and went to heaven last year. When we got back from our trip my brother, Otis, was not feeling well and my mom and dad took him to see the "doggie" neurologist. The neurologist believed Otis had a "mini" stroke, but when the cold weather came in January my brother, Otis, had trouble walking and his back legs gave out on him, so mom and dad sent him to the "Rainbow Bridge", so he would feel better. I enjoyed my time with my forever family and Bear and I would try to be the dominate female in the house, but mom and dad would scold me and I had to be nice. In March, my mom noticed something was not right with me because I was always growling at Bear and being mean, and having trouble with my back legs. Mom took me to see the doggie doctor and took a urine sample with us. I had a bladder infection and the doggie doctor put me on an antibiotic called Bactrim. The doggie doctor said they just hoped we caught it in time and it hadn't spread to my spine. But, I wouldn't walk and mom watched me drag my little behind around in the house and on the concrete and she had to put diapers on me because I was urinating and pooping in the house. It was breaking my mom's heart to watch me. My forever dad became sick with cancer and was having a very rough time with chemo and radiation and I was getting worse. My mom and dad thought the best thing for me would be to join my brother, Otis, at the "Rainbow Bridge" so I wouldn't have any pain and I would feel better. I will miss my mom and dad very much and I know they will miss me. They loved me very much but I will forever be in their hearts.

Otis
This is our Otis. Otis, and his sister, Trixie, came to our home when he and his sister were three years old, to join our pug Bear. A few months ago Otis was having trouble with his back legs and started acupuncture treatments. However, our Otis was not fond of the acupuncture needles and would kick them off, or move around and they would fall off. In December, he received one laser acupuncture treatment. The laser was not as stressful on him and we were hopeful that it would help him. However, the very cold weather in January, 2013 took a toll on his little back legs and he was falling on the snow and cold pavement and would whine. At night he would whine while in his cage (we called it his house). He would try to get comfortable on his bed in our living room, but obviously was in pain because he would whine while trying to make himself comfortable. We got him a walking cart for his back legs and he did not like the cart when it was strapped to him and would deliberately bow on his front legs with his little behind in the air and would not walk with the cart (typical stubborn pug) and he was losing control of his bladder and bowel movements. So, we decided the best thing to do for Otis was put him to rest so he would not be in any more pain. We put him to rest on January 25, 2013. I took him by myself to the vet (my husband had a doctor's appointment) and held him until he took his last breath and then cried along with the staff at our veterinary office. Otis will be greatly missed. He was a mellow little guy and we loved him very much. I want to put his ashes in Shiawassee Park because he enjoyed the picnic so much!