Yesterday, our family dog of 9 years passed away.
Sophie, PJ, Big Big Mees, Big Mom, however you
liked to call her, was the most wonderful pug in the world.
When my parents brought her home 9 years ago, she was
only a few weeks old. They picked her because of her round
belly-thinking she was a little chub- but as it turned out she
just had worms. We all fell in love instantly, and she became
part of our family.
In her younger years, Mees was very lively and was always playing.
If you would chase her she would go into this wild run and
when she could still fit-she'd duck under our den table or
the couch. One time I remember not being able to find her,
and then I noticed a small pug tail hanging out from under the couch.
She hid out every once in awhile, but generally she just
wanted to snuggle. She would spend Sunday's with my Dad
watching golf, take up all the room in my little sister's bed
at night, and sometimes when I was home from Charleston
she would decide to sleep with me. She had the sweetest snore,
which sometimes sounded like a chainsaw.
She always watched out for everyone too, when my sister was
pregnant she would sleep down in the basement with her every night.
After I had my wisdom teeth out she slept right on my chest
(all twenty something pounds of her) while I recovered.
Mees was an amazing dog, that led a wonderful life.
She will forever be loved and missed.