OTIS and his story

"OTIS" was born on 10-17-02 her was rescued by PMR just a few days ago from  a MO puppy mill auction. Otis died  ( Monday 3/30) during simple surgery, we are having an autopsy done to see what caused his death.

I got a call this evening with the results of the necropsy.  Otis had
a congenital heart defect.  He had a thickened ventricle wall which
allowed very little movement and it caused congestion to build up
during the surgery.  The condition is basically undetectable except
by ultrasound.  With the condition he could have fallen over dead
during normal play and it would only have been detected during the
necropsy what had caused it.
 
I am sadden to have lost him but happy that he did not die in a cage
on wire as this would have been his fate if we had not gotten him out
at the last auction.  At least now he can run free and be happy.
 
Robin
 

They called you crazy and wild and made fun of you because you only had AKC registration on you. I had not even given any thought to looking at the pugs at the auction. I normally was not drawn to the pug breed but something just made me bid. I was relieved to hear "SOLD" and they pointed to me.

During the auctioning process they did not make any mention of your eye problems, but that would not have stopped me from bidding.

I stood in the line in that barn with the stench of coccidia in the air that was so strong that I was getting nauseated. Then I had to walk around to the back side of the barn, show them your paperwork, and they brought you to me.

You were a wiggly happy puppy that smelled of the mill. You wiggled and struggled to get to my face. You were a good little boy all the way home. We stopped at the vet's office because we noticed the white spot in your eye. We came away with pills to treat the coccidia, BNP ointment for your eyes, and drops for your ears for mites and yeast infection. Everyone that met you fell instantly in love.

I brought you home and set up a playpen away from the others until we were certain it was safe to introduce you to the rest of the gang. You loved to tear up the newspapers and puppy pads. You enjoyed stomping on the squeaky toys to make them squeak. I had never had the opportunity of caring for a pug puppy before you. You won over the hearts of everyone here. You found that running back and forth would cause some of the others to bark at you. You loved just to hear them bark. You loved to run in the yard but never strayed too far away from me while being the wild pug puppy that you were running round and round. You enjoyed playing non-stop with anyone that would play. You had finally discovered that you could pick up the toys and carry them around in your mouth and you had fun playing keep away with Cindy when she would try to take them out of your mouth.

You were very good when getting a bath but become the crazy puppy when it came to getting dried off. Getting dried off made you think that it was play time.

Last night you played until 2 AM in the morning, before you finally were ready for sleep. We played this morning while I was getting ready to go to work and drop you off at the vet's office for your neuter and nose trim. And as usual you had the techs at the vet's office falling all over you. You were so full of life.

Now I get the shocking news that you went into pulmonary and cardiac arrest during the nose trim and neuter. I am devastated that you are gone. I will never see that sweet face again or feel your paws on my leg asking to be picked up and cuddled. Your time with us was too short. Life was unfair to take you from us so soon. You will never be forgotten and will be missed by all your friends that came to love you in your short time.

Now you can see clear again and were met by another member of my family, Chris, as he introduced you to all the other pups that have gone before you and showed you that at the Rainbow Bridge you can run to your hearts desire.

You will always have a piece of my heart.

Robin
 

When God calls little puppies to dwell with Him above,
We humans always question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare with the loss of one small 'child',
Who does so much to make this world seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires - always calling the aged to His fold,
And so He picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them and so He picks but few;
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, yet somehow we must try,
For the saddest word that mankind knows will always be "good-bye".

And so when little pups depart;
We, who are left behind, must realize how much God loves puppies....
For angels are hard to find.

Author Unknown

"I can only pray that in his short life away from the puppy mill, he was able to see what it meant to be loved."

Sent by Cyndi Wagner