2002 – September 2011
My nine-year-old pug, “Spaz,” passed away in September, 2011.
I got him at nine weeks old. I am heart broken; he was like a son to me, and I miss him terribly.
He was the best friend, companion and cuddle buddy I could ever have asked for. He loved to lick his nose, and when I talked to him, he would howl at me. He was the leader of the pack; I have two other dogs that he grew up with.
Spaz will forever be missed and never forgotten.