Otis
Hello, my name is Trixie Groves. Me and my brother, Otis came to live with Bear and my forever family when we were two years old. I am now fourteen years old. My brother, Otis, went to the "Rainbow Bridge" in January. My mom and dad were the best people. Me and my brother, Otis, were loved very much and my mom and dad took very good care of us. My brother, and I, and Bear went to see the doggie opthalmologist, the doggie acupuncturist, and we had our yearly check ups with the doggie doctor. I became ill one year with the asthma related pneumonia and I had to go to the emergency care center and spend the night. When I got well, I had to have inhalers twice a day and I had to have eye gel twice a day. My brothers and I, had the run of the house and the backyard. There were times when my brothers and I would do our "doggie" business in the house, but mom and dad never got angry with us; they would get out the steam cleaner and clean up after us. We went to Kentucky one year with mom and dad to visit my "grandma" and my many "aunts" and uncles". My "grandma" was not feeling well and went to heaven last year. When we got back from our trip my brother, Otis, was not feeling well and my mom and dad took him to see the "doggie" neurologist. The neurologist believed Otis had a "mini" stroke, but when the cold weather came in January my brother, Otis, had trouble walking and his back legs gave out on him, so mom and dad sent him to the "Rainbow Bridge", so he would feel better. I enjoyed my time with my forever family and Bear and I would try to be the dominate female in the house, but mom and dad would scold me and I had to be nice. In March, my mom noticed something was not right with me because I was always growling at Bear and being mean, and having trouble with my back legs. Mom took me to see the doggie doctor and took a urine sample with us. I had a bladder infection and the doggie doctor put me on an antibiotic called Bactrim. The doggie doctor said they just hoped we caught it in time and it hadn't spread to my spine. But, I wouldn't walk and mom watched me drag my little behind around in the house and on the concrete and she had to put diapers on me because I was urinating and pooping in the house. It was breaking my mom's heart to watch me. My forever dad became sick with cancer and was having a very rough time with chemo and radiation and I was getting worse. My mom and dad thought the best thing for me would be to join my brother, Otis, at the "Rainbow Bridge" so I wouldn't have any pain and I would feel better. I will miss my mom and dad very much and I know they will miss me. They loved me very much but I will forever be in their hearts.

Otis
This is our Otis. Otis, and his sister, Trixie, came to our home when he and his sister were three years old, to join our pug Bear. A few months ago Otis was having trouble with his back legs and started acupuncture treatments. However, our Otis was not fond of the acupuncture needles and would kick them off, or move around and they would fall off. In December, he received one laser acupuncture treatment. The laser was not as stressful on him and we were hopeful that it would help him. However, the very cold weather in January, 2013 took a toll on his little back legs and he was falling on the snow and cold pavement and would whine. At night he would whine while in his cage (we called it his house). He would try to get comfortable on his bed in our living room, but obviously was in pain because he would whine while trying to make himself comfortable. We got him a walking cart for his back legs and he did not like the cart when it was strapped to him and would deliberately bow on his front legs with his little behind in the air and would not walk with the cart (typical stubborn pug) and he was losing control of his bladder and bowel movements. So, we decided the best thing to do for Otis was put him to rest so he would not be in any more pain. We put him to rest on January 25, 2013. I took him by myself to the vet (my husband had a doctor's appointment) and held him until he took his last breath and then cried along with the staff at our veterinary office. Otis will be greatly missed. He was a mellow little guy and we loved him very much. I want to put his ashes in Shiawassee Park because he enjoyed the picnic so much!

Emma
Because of MPR, Emma had a good and healthy life. She was a sweet dog that loved being held, laying in the sun, and hanging out with her sister dogs. Ruth

Porthos
My beloved Porthos, you brought such a smile to me 9 yrs ago when i met you i immediately felt this connections between us. I saw you for the first time wow how beautiful you were.Not only were you my best friend but companion, car buddy. . I loved having you in my life, how much you made me smile, laugh and cry when you got sick. You were there for me through three cancers, licking my tears and legs when i was sick for that we had such a bond. We always knew what each other was thinking, with out a hint. You were so loyal that is one of the many things i will hold dear to my heart., How sad and empty my heart feels with out you . My heart is broken and will never be the same. I cherished you each and everyday and will continue to do so. Thanks for being in my life and fulfilling it with the many yrs we had together. daddy

Olive aka Precious
'We want Precious! We want Precious!' Seeing an adorable 1.5 year old up for adoption on the MPR website was how Olive (Precious) first came into all of our minds. Not long after, she came into our hearts. She pawed, licked and snuggled her way into our lives so quickly, it's now hard to imagine a world pre-Olive. Olive was a sweet dog. She was great with adults and wonderful with children. She wanted to be petted, cuddled and to be as close to you as possible. (And given a few treats.) She was also quite a character. Her tongue was always hanging out the side of her mouth. She loved to sit up high, especially on our shoulders or the back of the couch. Olive also liked to do a military type crawl on her belly across the floor, although that was probably the only athletic training she ever attempted. She was quite the photogenic pug as well and eventually became a proficient Skyper. In fact, she started to look forward to her Skype sessions with her sisters in Chicago and Washington DC. Olive meant something to all of us. She was a snuggle buddy. An integral part of our day. A constant companion. A reminder of the happiness of home. A bed warmer. An occasionally well-meaning nuisance and guide dog (to her senior pug aunt, Tess Louise). In our unique ways we loved her with all our might. She knew it too. She knew it from the snuggles, the treats, the warm towels after her baths, and the love that was always directed her way. In September 2012, we could tell Olive wasn't feeling well. She wasn't her bubbly self and after a few weeks of trying to figure out what was going on, we came to understand that our furry little girl was in debilitating pain from either a brain tumor or lesion. We didn't want her to suffer; we wanted to show her the love and affection that she had always shown our family. Sadly, Olive was taken too early in her sweet life. It's quiet now without Olive around. There's no constant snoring. No dog tags jingling & pitter patter of paws as she makes her way to the kitchen after hearing the fridge open. There is something missing in our home, but Olive will live forever in our hearts.