The children were grown with children of their own. My husband was diagnosed with Stage 4 non-Hodgkins lymphoma. I was alone and started searching for a rescue. I was turned down time after time. Shelters said I had too much with my husband to give enough time to a dog. One time I literally begged for a little poodle and could not get her.
Pugsley came to us as my husband was preparing for a stem cell transplant. He was brought up in a transport from Alabama. He was 8 months old, and the cutest, sweetest and cuddly dog we had ever seen. He is a part of our family and soon will be 13 years old. He is so smart and understands everything. Having him to care for has made a tremendous difference in all of our lives. We are grateful to have him and he is grateful to have us.
WEST HARTFORD, CT
