More than just a poet and writer, I am a home-bound disabled veteran, and a senior citizen. I live alone in Fort Worth. At the insistence of my friends and family, I contacted DFW Pug Rescue and filed an adoption request. Fred Campos from the rescue called and told me of a "SENIOR" pug they had named "Mocha" who needed a home. Having had experience with pugs in the family, I had no problem with a senior and Fred and his wife Patty showed up on my doorstep with little Mocha in a carrier.That began an adventure! She was very aggressive, hated the cage she had been brought in, and was lost here with me at first. The first three days she brought blood four times until she found out I was never going to hurt her or shout at her, and then she slowly started to trust again. She was allowed total run of my apartment and patio and slept with me nightly, demanding her own space in the bed! After my stroke I started sleeping in my recliner, and she would hop up and sleep between my legs.
She had a "thing" about the front door by which she had entered. Anyone at the front door must be "after her", and she would attack...... smile. So to protect the folks from Meals-On-Wheels I installed a child gate on my front door to keep her from going out. But if you came in the patio gate, thru the kitchen door she figured you must be "family". Total strangers coming in that route would find her bringing them a stuffed toy and getting up in their laps.
She was born in 1992 and at 3:00 a.m. on the morning of May 13th, 2004, Mocha passed away quietly in her sleep, in her usual place, nestled between my knees in the recliner. She brought nothing but love when she came into my home, and has left a big empty hole on her way out. Sitting here on my computer desk is a little beanie-baby stuffed pug she carried all around the house.
Would I do it again? With all the love that a rescue pug has to offer that was a silly question....
