The Passing Of Maurice The Pug Dog
Last week I had to make the worst decision of my life, a decision I was praying I would never have to make.
|The last photo of Maurice.|
When we first adopted Maurice, he was named Aramis, he didn't look quite the type to be a musketeer though, so, my daughter re-named him Maurice, rather strange, I thought, at the time, where on earth did that come from? But he did grow into his name!
|Maurice's father, sitting proudly, with his awards.|
See what a grand background Maurice came from?
|Maurice, when he first joined our family.|
|MGG giving Maurice his first bath, after he came to live with us.|
|MGG, Amos and Maurice.|
All three in their youth!
He didn’t do me the favour,
|Maurice in the snow.|
A rare occasion in Greece!
|Old friends, Maurice and Hugo.|
|Me and my Maurice.|
|Amos as an old man.|
|My daughter, Nais, and Amos|
|Amos and Ziggy|
With these three aforementioned dogs, we had been lucky, they died naturally, and as sad as it was, no nasty decisions had to be made.
|Maurice, going through a chubby stage,|
don't we all?
I hope, with all my heart, Maurice didn’t understand what was happening, and that he is now, once more with his friends, Amos, Ziggy and Daisy.
|Who'll get the biscuit?|
Nais with the gang, Amos, Ziggy and Maurice.
|They always joined in with family birthday celebrations.|
Here they all are enjoying a piece of birthday cake from my 50th!
I wish you all a happy reunion.
|Always together, never apart.|
|Now, you're all together again.|
Now, it’s just you and me Hugo;
|Hugo, missing his old friend, Maurice.|
|Maurice and Hugo.|
There is nothing sadder than an old dog.