14 years ago, I went to pick out a Shi tzu. There were 2 left and I picked the black and white one. At the very last minute, I changed my mind and decided on the little booger that was obviously the runt. I named him Mugsy. For the next 7 years, he brought me great joy. I was single, and Mugsy and me were very close. He was always by my side. Seeing him light up when I came home meant the world to me. Mugsy was never good with kids after the neighbors boy kicked him with his boot one day. Then 7 years ago, I met my wonderful wife, daughter, and Poodle Buddy. We added 2 more children to the clan. We were always afraid of how Mugsy might react. It took him a while, but he fully adapted and let the kids handle him any way they wanted. Mugsy still spent most of his time shadowing me around though.
This past December, Mugsy became very ill. We found out that his kidneys were failing. After a few days at the vet, he spent the last month at home. We gave him fluid injections and he seemed to be making progress. But the last week, he seemed to take a turn for the worse. Yesterday, we knew it was time and took him to the vet for the last time. We decided to get Mugsy cremated. That had never even crossed my mind as an option until right before he left me.
I am so thankful that I got to be with him and kiss him goodbye. I have shed so many tears for Mugsy, but I know it will get better. He was my very best friend.