Trying to put into words how I'm feeling isn't quite working out. I'll just say that if you knew Bugz you either loved him or you spent your whole time around him trying to make him love you. His big bark was backed up by his feisty attitude... small but mighty. He definitely had the napoleon complex. He had something to prove!! He was protective of whoever he loved... no matter if he was home or in someone else's home. If you won his heart he was, from that point on, your protector. |
He was funny style. He'd like you today and try to nip your feet tomorrow. He had an attitude and didn't mind letting you know.
But regardless of his attitude he was always the most loving furry baby, making you, even if you didn't want to, give him his rubs. He would literally MAKE you pet him until he was content or you just got tired of petting him. And if you stopped and refused... the look he gave you... roll his eyes at you and go sit down giving you serious side eye.
He also loved his toys. Squeeze one of his squeaky toys and it was over. You had no choice but to play with him. And again, if you refused... side eye action again.
He was a small dog with a big personality and I imagined that he'd have a whole lot to say if he had an actual voice.
He was my family, my baby. My A1 from Day 1
He had so many people that he loved and they loved him. He had so many people that stepped in and helped me when he got sick, two years ago they told me he had six months to live and he pushed for an extra year and a half.
Super huge thanks to my sis, his other mother for taking care of him while I worked a million hours.
God saw to it that he saw the people he cared about and that cared about him in his last few days.