This post is going to be dedicated to my favorite dog that I used to know. I know that this post is not the typical post I make on my blog but I really wanted to write this.
5 years ago, I met my first friend in Los Angeles, who is currently one of my best friends. He then introduced his pug named Pugsly to me. Before I met Pugsly, I wasn’t fond of Pug’s. I thought they were a bit…ugly? Harsh I know but that’s what I thought back then. But, when I met him for the first time, I just fell in love with him. He was the most adorable dog I’ve ever met. His personality changed the way I thought about Pug’s. Ever since I gotten to know him, I started liking pug’s and every time I would see one outside I would always pet them and think about Pugsly back in California. I’ve never had a dog before but I felt like Pugsly was a big part of my life ever since I gotten to know him. I saw him almost everyday for two years when I was living in the same apartment complex as my best friend. The third year wasn’t as much but I was still around him often. I was dog sitting every time my friend had to go somewhere or even leave town for a while. I called him my “Ugly little monster” (in a good way). I had my best friends house keys on me all the time if I ever felt like seeing Pugsly, that’s how close I was/am with my best friend.
Yesterday, my best friend called me and told me that Pugsly had passed away. I thought it was a joke because it was first of April. So I laughed and said “Good one, but you can’t fool me on this day”, then he said that he swore on his life and his family that he wasn’t joking. I got speechless and said once again “Are you not joking? Really?” His voice changed and I could hear how he is trying to remain calm while talking to me. I started to cry, trying to hold it in but I failed hard. Even write this now is making me cry. I just couldn’t accept it nor believe it. The sad thing is that, I bought a ticket to LA not too long ago because I knew that Pugsly was sick and I was worried I wouldn’t see him ever again. So hearing that yesterday made me feel so sad. I wasn’t suppose to go to LA until Fall but I didn’t want to risk the wait and bought it for the end of this month. One month too late, that’s what keeps repeating in my head right now. I wish I went last year, I shouldn’t have waited this long. I regret it so much, I really wanted to see him again. It’s hard writing this without holding my tears back. I loved Pugsly so much that every time I would see anything pug related I would buy it because it reminded me of him. I even have a picture of him framed on my shelf. Is this is how it feels to lose a dog you’re close to? It feels horrible. 15 years with someone and then they’re gone, it’s heartbreaking.
I hope this post didn’t make you sad but I wanted to share my love for Pugsly the Pug and how much he meant to me.