I said goodbye and put to rest my sweet senior pal, Mickey. He was surrounded with love and kisses as he made his transition, peacefully. Mickey was my constant companion for almost 18 years. I like to think he's even closer to me now in spirit. While I'm feeling deeply sad, I am relieved he's no longer in any pain.|
I found The Mickster on a drizzly spring afternoon in 2000 on in Nashville, TN. I was driving home after working a busy Friday. I was exhausted and missed my usual turn onto the interstate and decided to take the long way home. As I approach almost the top of a hill, there Mickey was, hobbling across in front of my car. I scooped up his soggy self and took him home. When I discovered the extent of his condition, I rushed him over to an animal hospital.
Mickey had severe injuries from abuse and neglect, and was a complete mess. His scrotum had a small hole and he had straight-edged burns on his underside. The vet told me he thought Mickey was around 2 years and recommended waiting 5 days to do any surgery as didn't think Mickey would survive it. I was instructed to give him warm baths, twice a day, to clean the open wounds. He didn't urinate or defecate for 3 days. Talk about trauma! Whoosh. It was a long recovery but Mickey eventually blossomed into the animated, protective and feisty fur friend I came to appreciate and adore.
As Divine order would have it, Mickey and I rescued each other. I instantly wanted to care for and about him. I needed to nurse Mickey back to health. Our bond developed from having shared a similar history of being poorly treated in the beginning years of life.