Mogul, surrendered for unfair reasons unbeknownst to me, was already 14.5 years when I adopted him. His foster moms told me to anticipate him passing as soon as weeks after adopting him. He blessed me with 1.5 years of puppy love.
Mogul, deaf when I adopted him, was only called "Pug" by his original family, and then "Sonny" by the shelter. He became my #1 sidekick immediately.
It was amazing to see the puppy in Mogul come out during the "decrepit" years of his life.
I'd like to think that Mogul now knows I told him when I adopted him that "even though I know you're deaf, I'm going to tell you I love you every day."
"I was so deeply loved by MK that I cannot remember my loveless home before her. She took me absolutely everywhere and always made sure I was comfortable. She even wheeled me around in a cheetah-print stroller when walking farther than a quick relief became too painful for my old joints and bones, despite my mess 2x/day.
She spoiled me with treats, scratched my ears often because I no longer could, and kept me clean and incredibly well-fed - and I still lost 5lbs!
She rescued me, but I know I saved MK, too. Her mom was really sick when we met and then passed away; we ended up really relying on and needing each other for comfort and love in the 1.5 years we were together.
Now, I visit her in her dreams from the Rainbow Bridge. I jump around in circles and play with toys as I run up to her.
I'm pain-free and young again forever now, and am so glad I got to get a taste of my puppy-ness again when MK took me in as her baby for my latter years.
I love you, Mama."