Mugsy

Mugsy... November 1, 1997 - May 5, 1998.

Mugsy was on this earth very long, but he loved all and was faithful to his owners. We got him from a breeder and he was perfect. He had the cutest little face and we were going to show him and breed him when he got older. He was only 3 months old and we had a burglar break into our house. My husband was out of town on business and I was home alone. The burglar came into the house and in betweent he struggle with me and him, as I was running away, he tripped and fell, Mugsy jumped on top of him and latched onto his throat and would not let go until the police arrived. The police did not do anything to my puppy because he was defending me and my house.

I called John, and told him immediately. Later that month, the police department called us and wanted Mugsy to be trained for K-9 work, and I would be the officer assigned to him. Then on April 25th, Mugsy got very sick...he was lethargic and listless. He would eat, sleep, or drink anything for two days. On the 27th I brought him to the vet while John was at work. The vet said that he had contracted Parvo, and it was too far advanced to do anything about it. He said that we needed to put him to sleep to end his suffering, and if we did not, he would die at home that night.

I called my husband at work and he came to the office. I was hysterical. He asked the doctor if there was any chance at all that he would make it. THe vet said that they could try but they it would be expensive and nothing would be guaranteed. John and I did not care...we made the vet try. Day in and day out, we spent at the vets office waiting for any news. The officers were coming in and out also to see how he was doing.

Finally, on the 5th, the doctor came to us and said that there was nothing more they could do...he needed to be put to sleep. So, John and I spent our last moments with Mugs, and then in abotu 10 seconds the medication was in, and Mugsy was gone. He was still not breathing, and then all of a sudden a little jerk, and then nothing else. I collapsed ont he floor, and John picked me up, I was so upset...I did not know what to do....Mugs was our pride and joy, our baby. We could not have children so Mugsy and what would have been his pups, were our children. Now, I had lost my only baby. John was very distraught also, but he did not show it as much as me. He had to be the rock for me.

Then, about a month ago...my partner called me into the station on a day that I did not have to work. He said that he needed me to help him with some paper work. So, I went in and the whole department was there...they had another Boxer for me...it was one of Mugsy's sisters. They had named her Mugsy's Jubliee. We call her MJ for short. And she is getting ready to go through K9 training, but she is just not as agressive as Mugs was. They are going to mainly use her for Drug Busts.

Mugsy, Mommy and Daddy love you so much...we wish that you were still here with us. We still have your bed here, and whenever you want to come home and rest we will have your dinner and water waiting for you. All your toys are still here too, and Kitty misses you bugging him. He wants you back too.

Everyone loves you and misses you Mugs, come home to us soon please.

Love, Mommy, daddy, and all the family.

John and Melissa Stewart