SAD Announcement:  I lost my sweet pug this morning--and THESE are some sweet memories...

Author Notes:  This is long...

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Pedigree & Given Name - purebred fawn pug, Madeline Jade 

Background - born on 01 April 2006--18 Jan 18
Arrived in our lives 8 weeks later (end of May '06) and passed away at the all too young age of 11 years old of natural causes--she passed (into the next life) in sleep and peacefully…I pray we meet again, my faithful and beloved friend. 

Name Meaning: Madeline Jade

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Madeline - from St. Mary Magdalene, meaning from Magdala, a village on the sea of Galilee. In Aramaic, Magdala means: tower, elevated, great, magnificent

Jade - green stone
(Modern description: an awesome friend, always there for you, sticks up for what she believes is right, all the time, loyal to those who are loyal to her and refuses to be walked all over, she trusts until she has a reason not to but believes in second chances. She's a big dreamer, determined to make her dreams a reality, she's not afraid to say how she feels, she's caring, very mad and just a well-rounded, nice being.)

Nicknames - Madeline Jade, Maddie, Majestic, snorty-smurf, pup, pug, spiderpug, crazEEy, bottomless pit, hoover (as in vacuum cleaner), Li'l (lovingly)

Maddie's Quote - "What, am I a clown to you?"

Theme Song - theme to Spiderman but use Spiderpug (:P)

Personality - fawn pug, very sarcastic, talks back, judgmental from the very beginning (I should have known!), extremely clumsy, dictionary definition of a 'clown'

...more to come
I'm so sad I can't...
...JFC
...she wasn't even "ill"
...I'm so ing SAAADDD...

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My First Impression of Maddie - chubby bunny, not the female pup "I" would have picked from the full litter--Sammy (my daughter) had other ideas--I was doomed…no other words work here (other than, fml!)

Sammy's First Impression - Sammy fell in love at first sight--only to have her heart broken into a million ing pieces--if only I could have read the future I would have insisted she pick one of the other girls--I'm half Irish…you'd think I'd be in' luckier than this, just because of my DNA, wtfE!

First Ingrained Memory (for both Sammy & I) - We were driving back to South Dakota from Minnesota, Maddie's home--we made it to Wisconsin and decided to spend the night at a Motel 6--because they're pet friendly and CHEAP…ya know, after dropping $750 on a d.o.g. (wtafwit???) 

We decide on IHOP for a quick dinner (if I remember correctly but can't remember after the 'so-called-incident', NGL) but we decided to bring the pup, in her little carrier--didn't want her to disrupt the hotel patrons' peace by howling/barking OR destroy the hotel room--so, it seemed to be a solid choice, right?…boy was I in' wrong.


Since the pug was sleeping soundly (or so we thought) we weren't necessarily in a big hurry to leave, instead decompressing from the long drive--we ordered, talking casually as we waited for our food to arrive--my only goal was to get back to the hotel room at a decent time so we could get on the road at an acceptable time the next morning…mom thinking, am I right?! My daughter's eyes were the size of ing Jupiter when they locked with mine-- opened and closed a couple of times in understanding before she bolted from her seat without a word--Sammy dropped to her knees, directly in front of the elderly woman's table, (being careful of our waitress who'd stopped to ogle the pup...and now child)--my daughter apologized profusely for the 'motherly' neglect of her 'baby' that led to the wayward pup's escape…but the woman (read: angel) chuckled saying it was, "It's quite alright--these things happen with babies--as she looks directly at me with a discretionary wink…" as she continues to speak to my daughter, "--and I'm sure the pup is in very good hands."

Short interlude here - 
So, for any of you who makes their living in the vigilant arts (aka, police, fire, military, security, mercenary work, etc.) the fact that the elderly woman said this (loudly) in the first place wasn't the problem--it was simply the direction in which the woman's affection was focused--beneath the table and by her leg, that froze the blood in my veins (literally, I felt my heart seize, ngl!)

(Cont.) First Ingrained Memory (for both Sammy & I) - My eyes shot to the floor beneath the woman's table--I saw a chubby bunny fawn pug standing up on its hind legs, pawing at the older woman (no doubt seeking tidbits of affection in the form of table scraps)--before my brain had the chance to stop (mirroring my heart) my gaze snapped to Sammy who had already caught onto the words and scenario (God love the military child) and was checking the carrier. What were the actual ing odds that we weren't the ONLY family pug-smuggling? Yeah not...true to my "Lucky" Irish genes, that wasn't in' happening.

My daughter's eyes were the size of ing Jupiter when they locked with mine-- opened and closed a couple of times in understanding before she bolted from her seat without a word--Sammy dropped to her knees, directly in front of the elderly woman's table, (being careful of our waitress who'd stopped to ogle the pup...and now child)--my daughter apologized profusely for her 'motherly' neglect of her 'baby' that led to the wayward pup's escape…but the woman (read: angel) chuckled saying it was, "It's quite alright--these things happen with babies--as she looked at me and gave me a discretionary wink…" as she continued to speak, "--and I'm sure the pup is in very good hands."

Interlude #2 here: Just a quick shout out to this incredible woman for being an absolute angel in this situation--on behalf of a single mom, her daughter and brand new pup--I cannot thank you enough for your tolerance and acceptance…may the universe bless and keep you safe forever!!!

Interlude #3 here: Thank you lovely waitress who brushed the incident off as "Don't worry, I'm an animal lover…" as she looked directly at Sammy saying, "--and she's absolutely adorable, what's her name?"

(Cont.) First Ingrained Memory (for both Sammy & I…AGAIN) - First Ingrained Memory (for both Sammy & I) - I swear to Christ, my sigh of relief could be felt globally--my tension began to recede (somewhat) as the waitress set our plates down--Sammy answered her with a soft Maddie, as she stuffed the pug back into the carrier with a small portion of sliced turkey from her club sandwich…as I asked cautiously asked her if we could get our food "to go", to which she nodded and chuckled.

(Cont)…AGAIN-AGAIN--First Ingrained Memory (for both Sammy & I) - I swear to Christ, my sigh of relief could be felt globally--my tension began to recede (somewhat) as the waitress set our plates down--Sammy answered her with a soft Maddie, as she stuffed the pug back into the carrier with a small portion of sliced turkey from her club sandwich…as I asked cautiously asked her if we could get our food "to go", to which she nodded and chuckled.

The next day was a usual lazy Sunday--we took our time getting ready before heading out on the road--I was off work for a pending deployment and we had nowhere to be except to return home within the next week…we could spend time together.

Sammy was in the bathroom getting ready for the day and I was waiting as I busied myself crunching on a bag of Doritos and watching the weather channel--it was lunch-time and I was dying of hunger (not having had breakfast)--I wasn't aware of the pug eyeing the bag of munchies I was currently consuming…which led to a belated whine and miscalculated leap on her part.

Maddie was many things but gifted in flying/gliding wasn't one of them--she'd slept with Sammy, on her bed, where she seemed content--until food entered the equation…I didn't even notice the pup was awake until I heard her whimper.

My eyes landed on the pup's muted signal a second too late as she launched herself from Sammy's bed to mine (toward the bag of chips in my hand)--needless to say, the 8 week old pup didn't complete the jump--not for lack of heart or trying on her part…it was definitely a distance-coordination failure.

The unadulterated cry of a tortured soul escaped the pup's mouth into the air--as Sammy stepped from the bathroom, a look of horror crossed her features at the sudden cacophony of sound--she rushed to the pup's side (lying damaged and limp on the floor at my feet)…and gently picked up the academy award winning actress (pug).

With a subdued look of distrust she whispered, "What happened?"

I fumbled for words as the whining seemed to escalate, "I uh…she just…jumped?"  It was all I could convey as my daughter's wet eyes searched mine. 

"!" I couldn't internalize it any other way--I was a MOM--and I came up absolutely LACKING…wtaf?!

I hadn't actually "accomplished" anything worthy of mentioning--other than allowing an 8 week-old pup to belly-flop onto the floor (hurting herself)…JFC

It was a SUNDAY in Wisconsin--who would have predicted a VET would be OPEN???--sure as not me!

An exam and x-rays later the pup was diagnosed with a "green-stick break" or a hairline crack in her hind leg--the vet wrapped the bad leg and provided a low-dose pain killer for the pup--I couldn't have felt any more like a piece of , honest to Christ…it happened on MY watch, FFS!

Fast Forward -  after that, it didn't take long for the little to pledge her absolute Loyalty & Luv to me--instead of her intended owner--my daughter, Sammy…fml!  I was horrified (to say the least) and Sammy was 'alright' but skeptical of our budding relationship (…again, fml) but she took it in stride because SHE IS THAT AMAZING!!!  Sammy actually deduced, from this particular fiasco, that "she" was MY goto for animals and "I" was hers--a few years later this revelation would be proven correct in it's assumption with Ripley (her amazingly loyal & judgmental Shiba Inu), Lizzie (my accepting & loving Shiba Inu/Sheppard mix...who was abused) and Murphy (my wonderful boy who loves the outdoors as much as showering me with sensual kitty kisses...at least my toes...KINK!!!)  

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I thank you for taking time to read this blog and perhaps mourn with me...

My baby girl is off to a better and happier life...I'm glad she didn't suffer and I'm greatful for her unyielding love and support for the past 11 years of my life.

I pray we meet again, Maddie...until then...God's speed my sweet Majestic, I love you...

:')))