It Was Time by Colleen Donnelly

 

After close to fifteen years with my beloved pug, Mia, suddenly “it was time” for her to go.

I adopted Mia with a little age on her and teased her often that I got her “used.” Always a poker-faced pug, I still believe she found that comment amusing.

I dubbed my pensive dog “The Perfect Pug” early on when she not only grasped that life had rules, but believed it right for everyone to follow them. A bark to go out was to be honored as much as a call to come in. The course her nose took us on walks...