Pixie lived with my brother and his family. In 1995 or 1996, before there were kids, there was June Bug (another pug), who died at an early age of some awful genetic neurological disease. My sister-in-law was distraught, and so our family contributed to the purchase of another pug. This was Pixie, who as a young pup went to live in Ecuador and helped welcome my nephew Santiago into the family.
There weren't many "bred" dogs in Ecuador, but one other pug, Bruno, lived across the street. Pixie and Bruno became good friends, frolicking in sight of the steep mountain ranges that ringed Quito.
Pixie moved back to the states with the family for a few years, and then moved with them to Costa Rica four years ago. She enjoyed the back yard, occasional walks, wildflowers, and again, stunning views of mountain ranges. She occasionally visited the states, but most often was cared for in San Jose when her family came home for brief visits.
Pixie died in her sleep Wednesday night, perhaps a blessed way to go. She leaves behind my brother, sister-in-law, nine-year old nephew, five-year old niece, and a companion kitty, Chessie.
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I'm sorry that Pixie's passed on. Pets provide great comfort and silliness, particularly at our times of greatest need. They also teach us (or let us learn) just by listening.
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