A Tribute To Our Special George

Yesterday was a very sad day for my family.  Another one of our precious pugs passed away.  Our very special George.  He passed away peacefully with my dad holding him around 4:00 pm on Monday, April 5, 2010.  He was 9 1/2 years old.

Our George.

Our Special George.

Many of the photos below were taken the year we got him and are a tad grainy, but they still show what a cute puppy he was.  I know there are quite a few, but how do you pick from thousands of photos?

George was the third pug to join our family.  He was born October 20, 2000 and my parents brought him home in January 2001.  They bought George for Jesse.  You see, after I was married in November 2000, I moved out and took with me Missy and Jerry.  Those were Jesse companions and he became very mournful once they were no longer with him in the house.  After over a month of Jesse not wanting to eat, sulking and staring out the front window – they decided it was time to get Jesse another brother.

And he got his puppy, George.

He was a big teddy bear of a pug.  He was a pure bred, but by looking at him it appeared as if there some bulldog in him.  We have always joked that there was something in the woodpile in his family for him to have those extra bulldog features.

He had three trademarks.  One, his tongue always hung out of his mouth – it was extra long.  Two, he would lay on his back with his legs in the air.  Three, he had the biggest, roundest eyes!

He was so loveable and always wanted to be a lap dog – even though he was a big boy.  He loved being held.  He always loved being under things.  Under desks, under tablecloths – those were his special places.

George had a few nicknames:

Bundles

Bundles of George

Puppy

Puppy G.

Walter (an inside joke with the family)

George, we will all miss you so much.  You always made us smile.  I’ll miss your goofy facial expressions.  I’ll miss telling you to ‘save some water for the fish’ every time you’d get a drink of water.  I’ll miss your big eyes and long tongue.  I’ll miss all your ‘extries.”  Jerry Bean is going to miss having his brothers to play with and hang out with.  You are finally with your brother, Jesse. My heart is broken and wish I could see you again.  Soon, my George.

Love,

Miss Kari

Here are some photos with his brothers.

remember to:
live.laugh.love.and.celebrate.life.  

“My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.”

Edith Wharton