Paws On Durham team member Tiff S. is moving on to bigger and better things in her life. Tiff joined the team in November 2013 and quickly embraced the ideals and mission of Paws On Durham...to provide exceptional pet care to Durham pets and their humans. Prior to Tiff's departure, I asked her to provide some insights on her experience a POD pet sitter. The words below provide a touching look into the world of a pet sitter. Tiff has been a great addition to the team, and we know she will continue to excel in all her endeavors! Best wishes Tiff...You will be missed! My one piece of advice to those of you who are joining this company: Run. Because you will need to rethink everything you thought you knew about caring for animals. You will need to meet standards of pet care that are not your own, for people you will likely only meet once, for animals that were not raised under your house nor your rules. Your schedules will be sporadically, and sometimes spontaneously, cut up and framed with visits to people’s houses. Your clothes will be covered in fur, or urine, or paw marks, or all three. I suggest you run. Before you find out what the word “trust” truly means, whether it is in the form of a stranger giving you keys to her house or having a strange dog willingly walk out the door with you. You will carry the stress of knowing that this dog, the one that is dragging you down the street, means the world to somebody. Run before you feel the true weight of the words “thank you,” because I warn you these owners say it with all their hearts. Run before you are sucked into a community of people, each unique with their own stories and hardships, before you are caught exchanging pleasantries with them, then conversations, then perhaps even friendships. I kid you not. The biggest mistake I made was deciding to stay. Because I found myself responsible for these homes, their animals, and this company. I found myself buying chews when a client’s existing stock ran out, just because I knew her dogs would enjoy them before she returned from her trip. I took it out of my own time to text an owner instructions for constructing a toy, just because I saw the drive in her dog and it inspired me. And I came to love those crazy dogs, cats, and people. I was silly enough to stay and now that it is time for me to go, it is hard. So run, you fools!
Thanks to everyone who participated in our March 8th Yappy Hour event at Other End of the Leash. The event to benefit the Coalition to Unchain Dogs raised $270!!!! Paws On Durham employee, Tiff Shao (Graphitedog.com) drew 25 caricatures in a little over two hours, and the happy pet owners gave to an amazing cause... Lori Hensley, Director of Operations and Development for the Coalition agreed the event was a huge success and stated the funds will be put to good use. A big shout out to the Other End of the Leash for co-hosting the event!
On a recent visit to a potential customer’s house, we were introduced to a beautiful senior pup named Ziti. The owner told us Ziti was 15 years old, suffers from severe arthritis, dementia, incontinence, blindness, etc. Ziti’s owners’ clearly were willing to do anything necessary for their boy, as he had a special space in their home, complete with areas for him to relieve himself when needed without soiling the home. Ziti was obviously very well loved. A couple of weeks later, I received an email from the owners apologizing for not having enlisted our help for caring for Ziti. The owner explained that since our last meeting, Ziti had taken a turn for the worse and they had actually contacted their local veterinarian to help relieve Ziti from his suffering. According to the owner, the veterinarian was not available to assist, so she believed it was meant to be. Ziti continued to eat, sleep, pee and poop, so the owners took it as a sign that their boy was not ready to leave them. As I read the owner’s email about Ziti, I was transported to times in my life with my beloved pets that I feared to make the decision to relieve them of their pain. Obviously, our pets aren’t able to make the decisions themselves to relieve their pain or suffering. Sometimes, it is our heavy responsibility to make the tough decisions when our loved ones should leave us. As and adult, I’ve been blessed with six different and special pets. Of the six, I’ve lost three in the past few years. My ex-wife and I were fortunate to have been on hand when our beautiful bulldog, Winston decided to leave us. He had just enjoyed a nice dinner of BBQ brisket and was laying in our living room. He began breathing heavily and erratically, and then he stopped breathing. It was time for him to go…his body was ready to give in. We mourned him and paid his life homage as a faithful companion, friend, and special boy. He was our first pup as a couple, and it was hard losing him, but we could hope for no better ending to a special life. In September 2013, our sweet and faithful pug, Monty also made the decision that it was time to leave. Monty was my most special boy. He was my constant companion for 15 years, and he was the sweetest pug you would ever hope to meet. Through the years, Monty’s health continued to decline…a partially collapsed trachea which caused a persistent cough, arthritis, blindness, hearing loss, incontinence, etc. Through it all, he continued to eat, sleep, drink, poop and pee, so his life was full though his body couldn’t always function as it did when he was a pup. I came downstairs one morning to let him out and feed him prior to going to work. By the time I reached him, he had already passed on; laying in his bed as if sleeping. His loss was also very hard and our mourning is still very fresh, but Monty’s endearing attitude continues to fill our hearts with joy and special memories. The blessings of long lives and special endings came to a screeching halt with our very special girl, Lulu. Through her 10 year life, Lulu was a force to contend with. Confident, intelligent, sometimes conniving, but always faithful and loving. Shortly after Monty left us, Lulu was diagnosed with cancer of the colon. At her height of her health, Lulu weighed 17 pounds. Within three weeks of being diagnosed with cancer, she dropped to an unrecognizable 11 pounds. The chemotherapy tore through her like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Though the toxic cocktail of pills and IV’s was supposed to help her and eradicate the cancer, it only succeeded in making our girl miserable and severely anemic. On her last night with us, she was very weak, would barely eat, and was having trouble breathing. I laid on the floor with my girl that night to ensure she was comfortable, and at 4:20 a.m. she woke me with a sad little howl. She was breathing very fast and she was unresponsive…I knew it was the end for my girl. Rather than prolonging her agony, we called her veterinarian at 4:30 a.m., and prepared to let Lulu go. The doctor showed up a short while later, and right before the medication was administered, Lulu became cognizant and licked me on the nose as if to tell me that it was ok. She was ready to leave us. It’s hard, so hard to say goodbye to someone or something you love. With today’s technology, our pets live longer than ever before. We’ve prolonged the lives of these beings, and they become our family, our kids, and our loves. We want them to live forever, but just as a human, their lives are fragile and finite. At some point, we’ve all wished they could just talk to tell us what is wrong, what hurts, and what we can do to help…alas, this is a wish that probably will never come true. We are fortunate to have been charged with the care of all the world’s animals. Some of us excel at the task, some of us fail. Anyone can own a pet, but only a select few can truly love, cherish, admire, understand, and coexist with their pets. These select few have the fortune to care for their pets and the unfortunate responsibility to make the decisions that count…the tough decisions. These are the decisions that we make for those we love. It’s an awesome responsibility that sometimes brings great happiness and great sorrow.
My wife and I woke up around 6:30 a.m. to the sound of our two pug puppies Angus (7 months) and Olive (4 months) stirring in their crates outside our bedroom. Olive and Angus are making it through the night now without having accidents but by 6:30 in the morning, they are primed to go out to do their business. The fact that it was Sunday morning really didn’t matter to two young puppies. We don’t have kids who come bounding into the room wanting pancakes for breakfast, but these two definitely have their own wants and needs! Since Angus is the oldest, he knew the routine and started circling as we picked up their bowls to fill with kibble. As we headed to the pantry, he started barking wildly, and Olive immediately started prancing around and jumping with excitement. They both ran to their feeding area in the kitchen and waited impatiently as their food bowls were placed in front of them. The noises that emanated from them was a mixture of feeding hogs, a vacuum cleaner, sounds from a horror film, and the frenzy of sharks feeding! They quickly snarfed up their food and immediately began their day laying in sunbeams, sleeping and playing. My wife and I set out for our day of yard work. The morning was shaping up to be beautiful. The sun was out, the birds were singing, and the weather forecasters promised a 70 degree day. After weeks of cold weather, snow and rain, the spring-like weather was a welcome sight! My wife happily headed to the front yard to plant her bulbs, and I started raking the leaves that had littered the yard for weeks. Throughout the day, we went inside the house to check on the pups. They were usually wrestling or yapping wildly at each other because one of the stole each other’s toy. Each time I went in the house they were playing, running, and chasing after each other. It was amazing to watch their energy and complete innocence. Olive and Angus share the same father, so that may be a reason for their closeness and their brother/sister “I want what you have” mentality. It’s really very interesting to watch the similarities between these two puppies and how human siblings interact. Late in the afternoon, I went into the house to drink some water and take some sinus medicine as the dust from raking the leaves was beginning to give me a sinus headache. I checked in on Olive and Angus, and they were both in the dining room laying in a beautiful sunbeam. Olive’s head was on Angus’ back. Their eyes shut tightly. Such a different scene from an hour or so before when they were running through the house chasing each other! Since my head was beginning to pound, I decided to take a short break from raking the leaves. I crept into the dining room and laid on the floor next to my beautiful pups. They immediately woke up and as if someone turned their ON switch on, they were both on me within a second! I had to cover my head to keep them both from licking my scalp and face. Angus climbed on my back and began nibbling my neck and ears, while Olive continued licking my hands and face. I began giggling and squealing like a kid as the two of them were all over me, licking, nibbling, and yapping. I got up from the floor with my headache gone and a smile on my face. My puppies literally licked my headache away. I left them in the dining room to continue to play. They didn’t even notice I had left, but I walked away knowing they gave me some much needed love and attention. I’m pretty sure they enjoyed our play time, but I'm pretty certain their puppy kisses were just what the doctor ordered to cure my headache!
The weather forecasters were calling for a massive snow storm to move through our area. In preparation, road crews salted the roads, Durhamites rushed the grocery stores for the essentials, and finding a snow shovel or salt for home walkways and driveways was pretty much non-existent. In short, the day was shaping up to be one of those days you'd much rather stay home in front of the fire and cuddle up with the wife and the pups. I hopped in the car and began to drive about 20 minutes north of our home. The car thermometer showed a crisp 26 degrees outside, but I was bundled up in my Air Force issued cold weather parka, a hoodie, thermals, and various other layers. My wife said I looked like Ralphie from "A Christmas Story" as I left the house. I laughed as I closed the door, knowing that I'd be sweating from all the thermal layers. My solace was knowing that I'd soon be walking my favorite client Ellie through the snow and the cold. A few minutes later I arrived at my client's house, already baking from the layers upon layers of cold weather gear. As I approached the back door of my client's home, I heard the deep, foreboding bark of Ellie, a 2-year old German Shepard. Though Ellie sounded viscous, she's actually a sweetheart and is always ready for a good walk. She's young, healthy, alert, and a joy to be around. I clipped the leash on Ellie and we started our 30-minute walk around the property. Usually when I walk Ellie, I think about my to-do lists or what needs to take place in the business. As the snow fell, however, I was consumed by thoughts of how I love my life and what I do. The temperature dipped below freezing, yet, I was happy to walk next to this magnificent animal who is so in-tune with her surroundings that she noticed the birds flying, cars passing, and the neighbor pulling into his driveway. She's was with me, enjoying the walk and taking in all the sights and sounds. She knew I was there to care for her and to provide the praise and treats she desired. She never takes me for granted...she walks because it feels good to her and because it pleases me. As we walked, I forgot about the freezing cold and snow that was falling. My thoughts went to the past jobs I've held and how the jobs left me unfulfilled. As we walked together, I thought about how good it felt to be with Ellie as she walked and lived her day. I thought about how calming it was to be with a being that is so attentive and non-judgmental. I also realized how important it is be happy with what a person does for a living. I make a living spending time with animals who crave human attention. The fact that the temperature was below freezing and it was snowing was irrelevant. What is relevant is that being with such amazing animals makes me happy no matter what the temperature, weather, conditions, or circumstances. I'm a pet sitter, dog walker, and business owner...caring for animals is what I do. Today affirmed that business and life are good!
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I can’t always remember little details of my life, i.e., my first birthday party, a first friend, my first crush, but I can remember when I first fell in love with our little Lulu. My wife at the time, Elizabeth burst in to the design and retail scene in St. Louis in 2001. She quickly developed a following and we were embraced by many of the local citizens of the small neighborhood in which we lived. Her store was a huge success with visitors coming from near and far to experience her keen eye for design and display. Part of the draw to the store was a furry, friendly little fawn pug named Monty. He was the cutest store greeter Elizabeth’s customers had ever seen. Monty melted many hearts and fit in perfectly with the black and beige signature theme of the store. Fast forward almost two years into the story, Elizabeth’s 40th birthday was fast approaching in December of 2003. Like any good husband, I was searching for just the right gift for a woman who was rich in family, friends, and notoriety. I knew a surprise birthday party would be the center point of the celebration, so I proceeded to schedule the party in the restaurant located next door to the store. I invited many of the friends we had grown to enjoy over the past 2 years and began to count down the days to the party. The only thing missing was the special gift I still needed to locate. I had decided several weeks in advance that the gift would be another puppy to add to our home. I decided the perfect complement to our home and the store would be a black Pug. The “ying” to Monty’s “yang. “ I scoured the internet and ads for a breeder in the St. Louis area with pugs available. I found a local breeder in the area with an 8-week old litter available and set the date to make my clandestine trip to the breeder the day of the surprise party. I arrived at the breeder’s house and was greeted at the door by the familiar yapping of pug barks. The breeder took me to her small kennel area where I was introduced to a fuzzy brood of black and fawn pugs. It was the cutest site I’d seen since I picked out Monty 5-years earlier. There were two black pugs and four fawn pugs; all of them clambering to greet me all and inflict puppy love on me. They were all so cute, so warm, fuzzy, and so happy! I was overcome by puppy bites and puppy breath all at the same time. I was truly in heaven. Though all of the pups were absolutely beautiful, my only options were the two black pugs. One male, one female. Both were equally adorable, but since we already had one male pug at home, I chose the black female because she was so beautiful, warm, cuddly and attentive. A bundle of happiness, and puppy kisses given freely sealed the deal. I drove the little girl home, happy with the decision I made. She had huge bulging black eyes, a huge forehead and the cutest, tightest little swirled tail. I knew I made the right decision with this little girl, because she quickly came to rest on my lap as I was driving and began snoozing on the ride home. The little girl was presented on a beautiful red satin pillow at the height of the evening’s surprise party. The room went silent as the wait staff brought her in on the pillow, and the room erupted in oo’s and ah’s at the site of the little beauty. The little girl was placed on the floor and every adult human in the room quickly got on the floor and began playing with her and cooing their best puppy voices. The party and the little black pug puppy was a huge success! Through the course of events the little girl was named Lulu, after the city of St. Louis. The city and thought of naming her after her birthplace provided us much happiness. The name fit her because of her dainty stature, and because she was in fact, a lulu of a pain! She quickly grew to pester her new found brother, Monty. Monty hated the little girl with a vengeance for weeks, until he had to succumb to the reality that she wasn’t just a bad dream. Unlike her brother, Lulu was not born for retail work. She was taken to the store daily, but had to be placed in her kennel for fear of running out the door, pestering customers, or raising too much Cain. She was a very intelligent girl with lots of energy…sometimes too much energy, but she quickly won my heart and became the consummate “daddy’s girl.” Fast forward again through divorce, a move to another home, a move to Illinois, and then back to St. Louis, two more home changes, a move back to Texas, a new apartment, dating a wonderful woman name Liz, moving to Durham to be with Liz, marrying Liz, a new kitty brother named Nico and a new home, and countless memories, experiences, challenges, and losses in between, Lulu grew into a beautiful and vibrant pup. When we arrived Durham, Lulu was a mature 7-years old. Still a character and bundle of energy, Lulu grew to be the alpha in the home and still had daddy wrapped around her paw. Lulu aged gracefully and maintained all of the character I fell in love with when I picked her out of the litter. Her beautiful black eyes, bright with wisdom and adventure; her beautiful black coat shiny and peppered with grey; and her love for her brother, Monty and step-brother Nico evident in her daily interactions with them. Her daily routine included greeting daddy in bed by bursting through the bedroom door to announce it was time to eat breakfast, keeping a keen eye out on Liz as she sliced strawberries for breakfast, leading her now blind and aging brother through the yard to “do their business”, and waiting for daddy to return home from work. All of which Lulu excelled at as she aimed to live her life to the fullest. On September 9, 2013 Monty finally decided to leave us. His 15-year old body had finally had enough and decided it was time to rest. Lulu was by his side when Liz and I were saying goodbye to our faithful pup. Lulu knew her brother was no longer with her. She roamed through the house with little enthusiasm and direction. Nico felt the pain as well meowing through the house as to look for the ever present Monty. A week after Monty left us, Liz and I took a planned trip (Monty was going to join us) to the NC coast to enjoy the last of the summer weather. Lulu still seemed to be in a funk, but we made the best of a hard time, and she enjoyed her first trip to the beach. She played in the sand, I carried her into the surf (she didn’t like it), and took a beautiful 3-mile walk on the beach. She walked the entire 3-miles without effort, enjoying the cool sand and water on her paws. Liz, Lulu and I returned home two days later and continued on with our normal routine. Shortly before Monty left us, Lulu’s eating habits changed. Some vomiting and lack of appetite, and a little lethargy, which we had originally attributed to nerves and after Monty’s passing, depression about his loss. Blood tests showed a slight decrease in albumen protein levels, and her vet and I chose to take a conservative approach and change her diet to rule out food allergies, etc. Over the course of two months we changed her diet twice, with albumen levels increasing and then decreasing at her last blood test. We decided to run an ultrasound of her abdomen to see if protein levels were being lost via bleeding. Unfortunately, the results were more serious and horrific than expected. Lulu was diagnosed with lymphoma of the colon only a month after Monty’s passing. Lymphoma of the colon is a scourge found in only 17% of all dog cancer cases. Colon lymphoma is a rare and typically fatal form of cancer that is persistent and fast moving. Left untreated, a dog usually succumbs to the cancer 2-weeks to 2-months after diagnosis. Though unsure of the timetable we were dealing with, we immediately set an appointment with the oncologist at the local pet specialty clinic. The oncologist met with Lulu two days later and went through options available to us in battling the cancer. We started chemotherapy on Lulu the same day. Three weeks passed since her first chemo session. It’s been an emotional time with many peaks and valleys for all of us. Although, even with the chemo, most days have been good. We pinpointed her typical bad days as Wednesdays and Thursdays. By the weekend Lulu would be happy, energetic, and she would have a voracious appetite. Liz and I took these all to be signs of great hope and promise of recovery. Lulu accompanied me to work on Friday, October 25, 19-days into her chemo. Since chemo, Lulu’s mornings would start off pretty slowly, but then she would bounce back and be closer to normal. This day, she was not bouncing back. She was very lethargic and did not want to move from the spot she usually lays when she’s with me at work. I called the oncologist and they advised me to bring her in for a blood test, since anemia is a concern due to disruption of cell production from bone marrow compromise. As suspected, Lulu’s red blood cell count had dropped from 14% to 8% in the course of one week. Lulu was critically anemic, with the only hope of raising the levels being a red blood cell transfusion. I made the decision to administer sub-cutaneous fluids and an anti-nausea, in order to take Lulu home to be comfortable. She had been through enough already. When we arrived home, Liz and I made the decision to make Lulu as comfortable as possible. We started by feeding her steak; a treat she has never enjoyed in her entire life! We also discussed feeding her liver, kale, and black strap molasses, all of which are high in iron in the attempt to raiser her red blood cell count. Friday evening we watched with great hope as Lulu ate her entire steak dinner. She was alert, walking in the house, though she was visibly weak. Saturday morning, she ate her remaining steak and again was alert and walking in the house. She weakened throughout the day, and we continued to make her comfortable. We wrapped her in our pets’ favorite blanket and loaded her into our pet/garden wagon and took her on a walk of the neighborhood. She laid in the wagon and seemed to enjoy the bright sunshine, breeze, and crisp fall air. We stopped several times to allow Lulu to do her business and also found a nice patch of green grass to lay in and take pictures with our girl. It was a wonderful time to walk her…Lulu truly seemed happy and content. Saturday evening Lulu was still very weak. She laid in her bed in the kitchen and watched intently as I made dinner. She knew that the kitchen equals goodness and she was bright-eyed and alert as I fed her bits of liver we had cooked for her earlier. She joined us wrapped in her favorite blanket in the living room as we had our dinner. Again, knowing that she should be with us waiting for any morsel to fall on the ground. She happily spent her last evening in our presence, in the home she loved, with the people who loved her. As I laid on the floor with her that night, Lulu weakened to the point where she was struggling for air. Her red blood cells were not providing the necessary oxygen to her lungs and brain to recover. She woke me with a poor cry to tell me she was ready to be relieved from her misery. We called her vet, Amy from Carver Street Animal Hospital at 4:30 a.m. who came to help Lulu rest comfortably. Liz and I laid on the floor with Lulu as Amy prepared to administer the medication. As I held Lulu tightly in my arms and the medication was traveling through her frail body, Lulu looked at me and began licking my nose…a final gesture of love and respect for her best friend of ten years. Within seconds, Lulu stopped breathing and her little heart went still…21-days into her chemotherapy. This is in memoriam of Lulu. A tiny and beautiful little pug who knew her place in the world. She loved everyone who she came in contact with and trusted without question. She was a brave girl who was challenged many times in her life, but always faced her days with vigor and positive attitude. Like all cancer patients, whether human or animal, Lulu did not deserve her fate, but she trusted in us to at least try to make her whole. And then trusted in us again to take her pain from her. Lulu will always be my special girl. She will be missed every minute of the day and will continue to be my most special and trusted companion. Peace to you dear Lulu, until we meet again and we can run and play together in the Kingdom of Our Father.
In July 1998, I was completing my last few months on a 14-year term with the US Air Force. My 9-year-old bulldog, Winston's health was beginning to decline, and I made the decision to bring home a new addition to the family. After much searching, I found a breeder in town who specialized in AKC pugs. I made the appointment to meet with the breeder and visit with his most recent litter of 8-week old balls of fur. I was greeted at the back gate by a gaggle of yapping and rambunctious little furry pugs that were so cute, I nearly bought them all! I quickly got on my knees and was overrun by the little guys and was quickly enveloped by the youthful smell of puppy breath. Licking, nipping, playing, the eight little pups were all so cute. One in particular caught my eye because he was the most inquisitive, attentive, and playful. His coat was fawn color and he had a beautiful black mask and curly little tail. He quickly melted my heart and I knew he would come home with me. On the way home, the little guy sat in a box in the passenger seat of the car. He kept trying to get out of the box, and I took him out and held him against my chest. He quickly crept up to my shoulder and began nibbling at my ear. It was the sweetest feeling! He immediately settled onto my shoulder and began snoozing all the way home. I introduced him to the family that day, and he immediately became a part of the clan. My bulldog, Winston was curious and ultimately took on the role of "big brother" to the little guy. We settled on the name, Monty. Short for Montgomery, as in Field Marshall Bernard Montgomery, in keeping with the British name theme in the house, i.e., Winston (Churchill). Monty quickly became the terror of the house! He was fast, wild, and unstoppable. If he wasn't into trouble, Monty was pestering Winston relentlessly. Winston was patient, yet stern with the little guy. Winston taught Monty the finer points of being a good little brother. From going outside when needed to killing balloons, to eating tomatoes, bananas, and strawberries. Monty picked up all the lessons and internalized them quickly. Winston left us three short years later, but Monty was by his brother's side mourning him and placing his head on his brother's motionless haunch. A few weeks later, a group of faceless terrorists hijacked four airplanes and turned our country up-side-down and forced even further mourning on our family. Twelve years have passed since Monty lost his brother. There were many moves, a divorce, changes in addresses, a new sister (a pug name Lulu), more moves, a new love for daddy, another move, a marriage resulting in a new mother, a new kitty brother (Nico), and the ailments of an aging body. Monty spent the last 2-years of his life living, eating, sleeping, and enjoying the tranquility of the family that loved him. Monty never ceased to amaze us. Even through the aches, pains, and age, he always found the strength to find his way to the kitchen and wait for mom's strawberry, banana, or tomato treats. He always knew where to find us. Even with the blindness and lack of hearing, Monty always had the sense to know where we were. He loved his brother, sister, his mom and dad to the end. He left us on a Monday morning. I discovered him as I was getting ready for my workday. Monty was laying in his bed, and he appeared to be sleeping when I walked in. I shook him to wake him up, but he was already gone. I carried him upstairs to be with my wife and we laid him on the floor and mourned our Boy's lifeless body. Lulu joined us and watched from a distance unsure what to do. Nico began meowing and the morning became very quiet in our home. Monty was returned to us in a decorative wooden box. His ashes a reminder of a life fulfilled and never to be forgotten. Most research shows that Lulu and Nico can mourn the loss of their brother. In our house, the research is supported by Lulu constantly following me and aware of something missing in her life. Nico roams the house meowing as if asking where he can find his lost companion. My wife prepares breakfast in the morning under the watchful eye of only Lulu. She wells up at the thought of the quiet and lack of Monty's presence. I think back to the loss of my other boy, Winston, and try to remember how long it took me to stop mourning. For now, I live my days with Monty on my mind: his eyes, his soft fur, his velvet like ears, and his sweet, sweet disposition. Such a faithful companion, with nothing but love and honesty to give. Again, I wonder how long my mourning will last. This is in Memoriam of Monty. We miss him every day. We'll love him to the end of time. A sweet little pug who touched the lives of many and opened our hearts and minds to unconditional love and dedication.