Newbie was a rescue from a dog fighting house. According to the shelter from which we got her, they couldn’t get her to fight, so they used her for breeding. For her entire life with us, she had scars from where they tied her down for breeding… But despite coming from the most abusive background imaginable, she was the absolute sweetest dog. She was in my life for about a decade and, other than in her sleep, I never once heard her make an aggressive sound.
Unfortunately, she died a few years ago from a failing pancreas. She’s the only dog I ever had to choose to let die. I wish she were still here.
edit: She was really stinky, though.
Such a cutie!
I’m so sorry for your loss. I know too well how it feels to miss your animal.
This was Barley. I lost her to cancer on New Years. We didn’t even know she had a tumor despite multiple recent vet visits and blood work. She was a rescue, and we had just barely passed 11 years together when she died.
There is still a hole in my heart shaped like her big, fuzzy butt. This dog saved my life, and I will forever feel like I was so blessed to have had her. Literally every person who met her remarked at what a good dog she was.
She looks like a good dog. Thank you for sharing.
I’m so sorry about your loss. Sometimes I look at Sharon, my rescue, and think that I’ll miss her so much. We send you a virtual hug.
Thanks, friend. Sharon is beautiful. Hopefully it’s a long time before you have to miss her.
I’m sorry for losing your dog sound like you gave them an excellent home
I guess I’ll share dog stories too Sometimes I miss my last dog, Tucker a pig beagle (he was a little shit who did things his way, rescued him when he was about 7) and he was on an IV and all this stuff and we figured it was time to say goodbye
We had our Covid puppy Maggie a golden doodle who is just the best dog ever super happy and social and Tater who is so shy (white golden doodle)
And gotta pay the dog tax
And yes the late Mr Tucker is sitting on a couch headrest
I’ve never heard of a pig beagle, but I’m sorry for your loss. It’s great that you have the dog you do. Maggie looks like a very sweet dog. When I was a kid we had a doberman named Maggie who was also very cute, but my dad was afraid of her (apparently she growled at him a few times) and gave her away. I hope you have your Maggie in good health for a long time.
With the pug beagle (also called puggle) it’s supposed to alleviate some of the issues pugs have like their lil legs and breathing issues, for being a 7 year old when we rescued him form the humane society he was with us for a while
And great minds think alike (naming dogs Maggie).
Ah, gotcha. I have heard of a pug beagle. Thanks for the clarification!
Oh I didn’t even notice the typo in my comment or you reply lmao
The first dog I took under my responsibility (I won’t say he was mine; I don’t own dogs, I care for them) came to me at 12 weeks. He was the sole survivor of his litter, as his mother was too old.
We spent the next twelve years together. A cancer took his health and at nearly twelve years old I had to ask help for him to go peacefully and painlessly. He took his last breath in my harms.
I miss that dog every single day.
You did your best. If you miss that pup, that much, you did your best. Remember the good times you had and be happy. They don’t like to see us down.
Good on you for giving that dog twelve years with you and for being with him for his last breath.
I’m so sorry, it’s so incredibly hard to end the suffering of someone you love so much, but in the end, it’s the best that you can do, you can’t fix it.
She seems like an amazing dog whom you gave the best life you were able. You should be happy about that, she had years of her life when she was safe, and happy, and loved.
Thank you, and I do take pride in giving her a good home . I don’t remember the details for sure but when I got her from the ASPCA I think she had been there for nine months, which is amazing to me; I don’t know who could see her there and not immediately adopt her.
When she was alive I would sometimes look at her and feel sorry that she had had the hard time she did (she came with some very visible scars), especially when she was having nightmares. Whenever she would whimper in her sleep I would try to wake her and reassure her she was safe.
I’ve had dogs before her and since her, I’ve loved all of them, but I’ve never had one like her.
