Taz
About 10 years ago, I adopted 2 - 5 year old wonderful pugs from Michigan Pug Rescue, "Pug Luv" and they became my life. The picture is of Spice on the left and Taz on the right enjoying some time with me on a beautiful day. On February 12th, 2024, Taz passed away due to liver and kidney failure. He was 15 1/2 years old. He always wanted to be next to me, I really miss my buddy.

Louie
My great love, Louie Kovacs Ferguson. He changed me in so many ways. God sent, pug loved. I love you, Louie. Justin

Charlie
Charlie was already a senior when he was rescued from the street by PAAWS. He moved over to Michigan Pug Rescue where he was cared for in a wonderful foster home. I adopted him as a companion for my other pug. Between us I hope we gave him the best years of his life. I learned that he was stubborn, cuddly, grumbly, and showed love in his own subtle Charlie-way. He made his way through life at his speed, and he would not be rushed. Through it all he was the sweetest little man no matter the circumstances. The hard times took a toll on his body and he developed cancer. Tough as he was, the time came to free him from pain. The softest fur, the biggest eyes, with a bark that seemed like it came from a much larger dog, he and Igor were perfectly matched. Young foster pugs gravitated to him and cuddled him as soon as arriving here. Love you forever, miss you forever, my CharlieMan.

Miley
On the afternoon of June 30th, we had to say good bye to our best bud, Miley. She came to us from the Michigan Pug Rescue in November 2012. We were at an event at Petsmart to see a different pug that my wife had her eye on. When we sat down to play with this other pug, Miley jumped in my lap, and gave me one of her famous face washes. She stole my heart from the first moment we met her. She chose us and to be in our family. She was truly a special, one of a kind dog. She was our best bud, our watch dog, and our nap buddy. She always made her presence known everywhere she went whether it was giving face washes, barking at planes, barking at the TV, or barking at nothing. She loved us and the kids more than we will ever know. While she was almost 17, she spent the last 11 years with us, which was still not enough time. She was always a fighter, surviving several bouts of skin cancer, tooth extractions, seizures, liver failure, doggie vertigo, bladder stones, partially collapsed trachea, and more. This time, however, we could not fight through things. We loved her, and will miss her greatly. She is now in a place where she can hear, see, and walk again. It gives us comfort that she is no longer in pain, but it doesn't make things any easier. Rest easy my little puggers. We will miss you more than you will ever know.

Minnie
We lost our beloved Minnie Henrietta on July 1, 2023. She was approximately 16 year old. It's amazing how these little furry souls can impact a human's life so deeply. Minnie’s dad has owned many dogs throughout his life, but Minnie was the first dog for me (her mom) and her young sisters, Penelopi and Sabrina. We all cherished her so much and provided her with the best life we could. We found Minnie through 'Pug Luv' Michigan Pug Rescue 8 years ago. A good Samaritan saw Minnie on Craigslist for $50 and purchased her to turn over to the rescue so she wouldn't be bought for bait and would have a chance at a life of love. She had an injured eye, many rotten teeth, and several skin tumors. The rescue had her fixed up and made the decision to remove her eye for her protection as she no longer could see from it. She was put into a temporary foster home, then brought to a Pug rescue event in November 2015. Some of the Pugs at the event were seized from backyard breeders, some discarded because they got sick or old. Some were shy, some were crazy, but they were all adorable and the ones with all of their physical features intact were getting the most attention. We originally had our attention on a chubby stout feisty boy with a funny bark and silly disposition. Then I felt paws on my leg and heard someone laugh and say, "Oh, Minnie! Get down, stop being a nuisance”. I looked down and saw a cute little silver Pug with a black face and one eye looking at me as if to say "how about me, I'm cute too"! No barking or jumping like the others, just paws on my leg, a tilted head with floppy silky ears, and a longing gaze from one eye. We filled out an application that day. A week or two later the rescue came to our home and did a thorough interview and inspection and told us the Pug on our application was already adopted but many others were still available. The girls and I looked at the rescue's website a million times the next week and Penelopi (at the time, aged 8) couldn't stop going back to Minnie. I asked her why she wanted her, and she said “because she is disabled and she wants us too”. I was sold, but her dad was skeptical as having a one-eyed half toothless older Pug as the girls first dog wasn’t his ideal choice. We won. Then Minnie won all of our hearts, including his. I have too many stories to write, but to sum up her life with us, she was a normal little sassy stinker who ran the show. For the first couple of years she loved her walks where she stopped at the edge of every yard to sniff around the neighbors mailboxes and protect us by barking at every human or dog she saw along the way. She played fetch and tug-of-war and ran around the house chasing her cat brother. She went from sleeping in her crate, then on a dog bed in our room, then worked her way up into the bed where she slept every night until her passing. After about 3 years with us, she slowly started to lose her back legs to a typical issue often found in Pugs where the brain stops communicating with the back legs until eventually they are left disabled and unable to hold up their hind end. Once the legs go, they can't steadily stand to do their personal business and need to be held up to do so. Minnie was good telling us when she had to go potty until the last couple of weeks. When she totally lost use of her back legs, we carried her from place to place because being the queen she was, refused to use the custom wheeled cart we had shipped here from California. Then during the last two years she developed arthritis in her shoulders and elbows so we helped her with pain medicine and massages. Many wondered, and a few have dared to ask, why didn't we just euthanize her at that point? Because she was still full of sass and life, still bossing us around, arguing with the cat, defending us against any and all threats such as the doorbell, non-family members, any animal that appeared on television, and blowing leaves and grass. Up until the last week she was still demanding treats, scolding us if we were 30 seconds late getting her dinner or if it was getting near or past her bedtime (we had a routine and she was to make certain we stuck to it)! She was silly and sassy and loved her food and attention until a few days before she left us. Yes, I am that pet owner and belonged to several online Pug groups. I have seen many senior Pugs in the same situation and have met many who have owned Pugs their entire lives and they all have answered the same way when asked 'when will I know it's time to let her go?' They said, 'she will let you know'. They were right. She did let me know. Then I let her know that I understood, I thanked her for staying for me until she knew I could handle her moving on and I told her I loved her a million times, kissed and hugged her a million more, then with the support of her sisters and dad, I made the call I dreaded making. She took her final breath at home in my arms surrounded with love and tears. I miss you so much my beloved and treasured companion, Minnie Henrietta. You were my first doggie and I will always hold you in my heart.