It is with deep sorrow that I post this memorial for PRA ALUM MERLIN or Mer-Man as his sweet foster Mom Alisha H. nicknamed him. Merlin lived life out loud, as anyone that was ever here around mealtime can attest! I’ve never seen a Pug with more excitement about that kibble going in the bowl. He jumped up and down and sang out with gusto about every single meal I fed him right up to the end, in between coughing that I so desperately wanted to save him from.
I adopted Merlin in July of 2016. That’s 3 yrs and 7 months that he had to weave his magical, enchanting spell on me. Merlin knew who was in charge and it wasn’t me! Merlin would squeal with delight upon my return letting me know that I had been gone far too long…even if it was a mere 30 minutes. He had a way of weaving a spell over just about anyone he met. So long my sweet man. You will be missed. Thank you for giving me the best years of your life.