Bubbles Pug, July 15 1997 - August 16 2008

Bubbles has gone. We took her to the vet and she passed away peacefully in Mama's arms. Papa was sad to see her go, but he looked after me. I sniffed her goodbye and then I sat on her face when I knew she was gone. She was so weak and sick and she was no fun anymore.

But I miss her...

feeling sad

I'm worried that my sister isn't going to make it much longer. She smells funny and she doesn't hardly eat, even though they feed her all the time, and real food too. She's so bony now. I try to cuddle up to her but she's not warm and cuddly like she was. Every morning my people get so excited to see Bubbles wake up, they say "oh Bubbles, you're still alive!" and they carry her around the house and put our bed in the other rooms for her.

tiny bubbles

little bubbles

Home...

...at last. They came for us.
I want to thank everyone at old mcdonalds farm for feeding us and telling us we were cute but I am so glad to be out of there and back home.
I can't say any more right now. I have to get back to my sofa and blankie. I've got a lot of sleep to catch up on.

I don't think anyone cares about us at all.
I'm not sure if I will make it.
I hope they come home soon...

HELP!

I managed to smuggle this message out, but I have to keep it short.

This is NOT what they promised it would be like.
Indoor-outdoor living, a private luxury suite, a vacation...NOT!
They have put us in a concrete prison cell with only one blankie each and a new (rottweiler) toy for some company. I don't know if we'll ever see grass or trees or a sofa again.
There are other dogs here and they don't look happy. We might have to organize.

Mama didn't even say goodbye.
I don't know if I can ever forgive her for this.

They said two weeks. Keep us in your thoughts till then.
I'll be strong. No one can make me miserable without my permission.
I'll be back.