On November 6, 2005, our precious baby Spanky lost his brief but very brave battle with pug dog encephalitis.
He was only three years old. The moment Spanky joined our family, our lives were changed forever. No longer was there a dull (or quiet) moment. Spanky was the source of endless hours of entertainment. He was the family clown and never failed to make me laugh. One way or another, Spanky always made certain that he was the center of attention. He had a huge personality, packed into a pug’s little body.
I will never forget the way Spanky’s little brow furrowed and how his ears flopped as he trotted down the sidewalk… pulling incessantly on his leash. I will forever miss his sweet kisses and his adorable, oversized paws. After becoming ill and being diagnosed with pug encephalitis, Spanky gave me two precious weeks of laughter, mixed with tears. Spanky and I were virtually inseparable during those last two weeks. Even in the face of a fatal illness, Spanky showed strength and bravery and continued to bring laughter and joy to everyone around him. Although my time with him was short, Spanky left an undeniable impression upon my heart and my life will never be the same without him.
“Your pain, confusion, and fear are now gone. Rest in peace, my sweet little boy. We will love you forever and you will never be forgotten !”
– Denise and Molly