Otis was my first foster
pug. I always wondered how I could foster a pug and ever
let it go to a forever home, but sadly, Otis never got
the chance. I didn't realize how much a pug could hurt
until I fostered Otis. Otis lived outside his entire
life. When I got him, he was pushing 11 years old and
had the most severe stage of heartworms. Again, I just
didn't realize what a pug could go through. My vet
explained to me that the treatment of heartworms is
essentially giving the dog arsenic. It's enough to kill
the worms, not not enough to kill the pug. He beat them,
and I thought he was going to live forever! Otis
subsequently developed fluid on his heart and lungs, and
he beat that too. He then required eye surgery, and a
day after the first surgery, he needed emergency eye
surgery in the other eye. I was so afraid he was going
to be blind (he was already mostly deaf), but he pulled
through with flying colors. I thought we were in the
Otis unexpectedly passed away on Thursday, October 30,
2008. It was about 65 degrees outside, and he anxiously
needed out to go potty and to play in the sunshine.
After being outside with his other pug friends for about
10 minutes, it was discovered that he had come inside
the garage and collapsed and quickly died. I can only
hope it was completely painless for him.
I loved that little guy so much. I will forever miss his
sweet sideways kisses, his sloppy wet chest that he got
after getting a drink (he didn't put his tongue in -- he
put his whole face and body in!), his loving eyes, and
his curly tail.
My stepdad buried him very close to the house, yet
amongst some trees that border the woods, and I created
a pretty graveside for him. It is covered in brick and
has pretty yellow flowers on it. I have found comfort in
being able to visit him, even though I know his soul is
at the Rainbow Bridge.
If you've ever considered fostering a pug, please don't
let my story scare you. As emotional as this has been
for me, I would do it all over again because the love
Otis gave in the several months I had him made it all
worth it. I know I made his life better. I know he was
comfortable. I know he was happy.
My 3 other foster pugs and my other dogs & cats will
miss sweet little Otis. I know we will meet again
though. Until then, run free and painlessly in the
grassy meadow dear boy. I love you.