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On September 26, 2006, I lost my beloved pet Mugsy. He was 13 years old and died unexpectedly. My girls and I were totally devastated. It was as if I had lost my first child. He had been there for me through some of the most trying times of my life; so when he passed on, the emotional pain that I felt was something I had never experienced before. I was so drained that I could not properly take care of my family and just wanted to lay down and die.
At the time of his death, my three girls ranged in age from 18 months
to 11 years. The two older
girls were so very sad because they didn't know a time without
Mugsy in their lives. We took pictures of our family with Mugsy on my couch
before we had to drop him off at the pet cemetery/crematory. He had died
on a Friday and he would have to remain at the crematory over the weekend.
All I could think about, as foolish as it may sound, was that I did
not want to bury Mugsy outside because he might get cold. I decided
to have him cremated, that way I felt I could keep him warm at home.
But the PAIN inside of me was still so unbearable that my mom had to come stay
with us.
God must have felt the pain I was in because that Sunday when I got
up and went into the kitchen to see my family, I turned my head. There
on the wall, was one of many pictures of me holding Mugsy in my arms.
As tears streamed down my face, I felt an intense pain inside of me. Then within a moment, my whole body felt a 
calmness
come over it. As I was staring at the picture, there was a stuffed
animal of a small dog on the back of my couch, staring down
at Mugsy. I looked at all the pictures on the wall and that same
stuffed animal was just looking down on him from whatever angle the
shot was from. That's when it hit me. It was like God was saying to
me that this stuffed animal is Mugsy's guardian angel. “This is where
you should put his ashes so you can hold him again in your arms”.
As my heart pounded, I turned to my mother and said "God is going to
let me hold Mugsy again." She looked at me with confusion in her face,
and asked, "How is that possible?" I said to her,” Right there
in those pictures”. I ran to my couch and grabbed the stuffed
animal and said “Mugsy is going in here”. That next day
I went back to the crematory with the stuffed animal and laid it
down on top of Mugsy for a while before he was cremated. I remained
there to witness the entire process and brought him back home, still
warm in my hands. When we arrived home our whole family participated
in a small service and placed clippings of our own hair in with Mugsy.
Then I came up with a way to safely put his ashes inside of the
stuffed animal. With pure excitement running through my body as I
held him in my arms again, the pain left my heart and happiness
refilled it. Mugsy was still with us because we could hold and
cuddle him.
In the days to follow I realized Mugsy's mate, Image, wasn't fairing
as well. We couldn't get her to eat or 
drink
at all. She was listless and wouldn't even lift her head. The vet
and I feared she was going to die soon of a broken heart. I placed
the new Mugsy cuddly urn beside her. She lifted her head and stared r
ight at
the stuffed animal as if she knew Mugsy was back with her again. Within
a couple of days, she was back to her old self, eating, drinking and
playing. By the grace of God and Mugsy's help Image is still with us
today.
In October 2009 our family lost our beloved Image due to kidney failure. She now joins her mate, Mugsy in a cuddly stuffed urn.
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