View Full Version : He was a good boy

01-17-2004, 09:38 AM
My first morning not being awakened by my dear Mickey Doozer. I am alone in my house and it is starting to sink in. There will be lots of things I no longer have too do, things which I willingly did for a great buddy, companion, and friend. What a great dog Mickey was. He had a good life, he enjoyed himself right up to the end. He loved other dogs and people. He went so fast I know he wasn’t sad and I know he will forgive me for shortening his natural life. He would have been in serious pain if I would have allowed him to waste away any longer. The vet assured me that Mickey was hurting. He had only known joy in his eight years and even in his pain he only hoped to be with me and have a good walk or ride in the vehicles but most of all he was just content to be with me, laying close to wherever I would lit.

I see him everywhere. His presence still exists in his things, in the considerations made for a great guy. These images will last as long as I do. I know they will fad over time but I will cherish and hold dear all these fleeting glimpes of our time together. I am morning him now and I cry without warning, but I refuse to be sad, for he was a source of love; his gift to me. If there is a spirit world I know his tail is wagging and he is a source of joy, calm and peace for someone, something! I hope he is laying next to mom, sharing a nice nap.

Mickey was a pool dog from the get go. I arranged to get him at a pool tournament. When he won my heart, he was only 11 weeks on this earth but his most endearing trait was all ready full blown; he was simply irresistable. Those eyes would inhale you. For months, in the back of my mind, I wanted a dog as a companion for my dear mother, whom I was caring for. I had heard and read that pets where good for the sick and ailing. I went behind my mothers back by getting the dog, as she was a farmgirl and had never had a house pet; dogs were outside and that was that…my mom tried to resist Mickey, her name for him, Doozer my add on, but within days I could over hear her talking to her Mickey, and he would listen with an attention that other people no longer gave her, even her son. Within months I knew that this little ball of joy had infected my mother with the will to go on and complete her own life looking out instead of in. What a pleasure to see this little guy grow in strength and wonderfully give strength to an old failing woman. These two paired up and bonded together in what I sometimes thought was a conspiracy, a plot to complicate my life. Little did I know it was all Mickeys plan to train me in the roll as a better human. This fine dog, for everyday on this earth, added a half days life to a good womans life. When this good lady pasted her head lay on a pillow embossed with the image of her beloved Mickey Doozer. Mickey longed for her, he looked for her, he sniffed her fading scent, and he lay in her favorite spot and weeped for her. He was a teacher, teaching me how to mourn without guilt for any of my past short comings in my caregiving for my mother.

Mickey didn’t waste his time in the past. He now devoted his full attention on me. He escorted me for another three plus years until yesterday when he couldn’t jump up onto our bed. I knew something was wrong. The vets tests confirmed my worst fears, there was no hope for my dear Mickey Doozer… I hooked him up and had one last walk with him. He was happy even in his pain, his tail wagged, he was just happy to be with me, walking along. When I stopped and knelt down he came to me and buryed his head in my chest. He licked my face and said “I know and I love you”…I returned to the vet office, put him in a kennel, said good bye, signed the euthanasia form and fleed the place, tears streaming down my face. I am now mourning his passing, just like he taught me too.

If you find this moribund I apoligize. If you find this tearful but heartwarming then you have learn from my dear Mickey Doozer…….I just had to tell that he was a gooooood booooooy…I sniff the air for his fading odor and I look for him and he is still there.

01-17-2004, 10:06 AM
I'm sorry for you Cheese. Not much hurts worse in life then losing your best friend and companion. I dread the days now as my dog is 13 and although very healthy 60 lb dogs don't live much longer than this. I've mourned the loss of several of my parents dogs in the last few years as well. At least you know what you had Cheese, 8 years of the most selfless love imaginable. You just can't replace that. If you think about it, if you talk to Mickey in the next couple days tell him that I've got a few old friends up there, Mimi, Jenny, Maggie, & Storm. They're all running around in a field or laying under a tree just waiting for him. He can't hurt anymore buddy.


01-17-2004, 10:19 AM
Thanks for sharing a beautiful tribute. I lost my 15-year old Basset hound December 9th and am still adjusting to the quiet. We take on these relationships knowing a time of parting will come, yet they give so much that the memories make it all worthwhile. Take care,

Walt in VA

01-17-2004, 10:26 AM
<blockquote><font class="small">Quote cheesemouse:</font><hr>
...He would have been in serious pain if I would have allowed him to waste away any longer.

<font color="blue">You did the compassionate thing. To let him suffer pain in order to avoid your own inevitable pain would have been selfish. </font color>

...I returned to the vet office, put him in a kennel, said good bye, signed the euthanasia form and fleed the place, tears streaming down my face....

<font color="blue">I did not cry until I read this. That is an instant replay of what happened to me. That's the only check I ever got back with water stains on it.</font color>

I just had to tell that he was a gooooood booooooy…

<font color="blue">He was a biiiig shweeeetie yes he was /ccboard/images/graemlins/laugh.gif </font color>

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I feel your pain cheese. That was a nice tribute

Harold Acosta
01-17-2004, 01:24 PM
Just remember that "All dogs go to Heaven"....he will still be watching over you....

01-18-2004, 08:53 AM
Thanks for the kind thoughts guys....I feel much better today....

01-19-2004, 12:52 AM
Made my eyes water there buddy, sorry for your loss. Now I gotta go give my dog a hug, she won't have too much longer left either I'm afraid... better enjoy her company while I still can. Thanks for sharing your story

Chris Cass
01-19-2004, 01:38 AM
My friend Cheese,

I feel your pain and lived your joys for that special friend Mickey. My friend was named Smack. He too had been a faithful and loving companion. He too was taken from me early. Your memory of Mickey made me think of my friend Smack and it's true he has lived on in me. The love of these animals and the joy they bring to our lives is unmeasurable. It's amazing how they show love without saying a word. If there is a God he would have to be inside the hearts of these little guys.

God Bless you Cheese and I do believe your right about how they make us better human beings. I know it was hard for you but I feel you did the right thing. I know I did and even though it hurt so bad inside, I knew it had to be. I'll say a prayer tonight for your friend.

C.C.~~ /ccboard/images/graemlins/frown.gif

01-19-2004, 04:45 AM
Im very sorry for your loss!
Carol /ccboard/images/graemlins/frown.gif

01-20-2004, 02:20 PM
I am so sorry to hear of your lose. Our Peke had to be put to sleep on Jan. 2. She was 13. It still hurts, but like you, we have so many good memories. I had never had to put a pet to sleep before and I hope I don't have to again. The guilt was terrific, but I new she would be without pain finally. We had her cremated and she will always comfort us. She was a strong-willed little girl and we all learned a great deal about life from her. She had two back surgeries over the last four years. When we brought her home from the last one, she was in a lot of pain. She actually died. My wife woke me up with her dangling limply in her arms. I grabbed her and gave mouth to mouth cpr and she came back around. We were happy to have her for a few more good years, but I swore not to ever put her through another surgery like that. A friend sent me this tribute and it helped me a lot. I hope it helps you.

"Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they miss someone very special to them; who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. YOU have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together......."

01-20-2004, 05:50 PM
Beautiful post cheese. You convey the love that one can only share with 'man's best friend', who has learned and been found worthy to be one in spirit.

God Bless and thanks for sharing the beauty, the pain, the passing and the mourning.

In the words of a friend: "To a dog: If there is no God for thee, then there is no God for me.'


01-20-2004, 06:21 PM

I feel for you and your loss. I feel for all pet owners when they lose their pets.

I had a cat that thought he was a dog. He was my first pet, too. He would follow me around constantly and would fetch this one red plastic golf ball that I would throw up the stairs and he would bring it back down to me. We'd do that for at least an hour on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Then this stoopid kennel lost the ball and it took me at least a year to get him to accept a stuffed mouse for a substitute. He wasn't too thrilled, but it sort of worked.

He became riddled with cancer when he was 17 and after a few attempts and some considerable expense to "help" him, we took the advice of our wonderful vet and she put him down while he was in my arms. He fought to the end.

It took me a while to be able to sleep at night since he would curl up with me like a kid's stuffed teddy bear.

It'll get easier, you'll see. And you'll still remember the good times for years and years to come.


01-21-2004, 07:10 AM

That reminds me of something. After I had my dog put to sleep my vet Sandra sent me a sympathy card. It had a picture of a puppy walking away over a hill carrying a stick in his mouth. I thought that was a nice gesture on her part.

01-21-2004, 01:15 PM
You are right Wally. We got a card from our vet also. All of the women in the office were sobbing when we left the office. Most vets really care or they would chose another field.

01-21-2004, 02:18 PM
<blockquote><font class="small">Quote Candyman:</font><hr> You are right Wally. We got a card from our vet also. All of the women in the office were sobbing when we left the office. Most vets really care or they would chose another field. <hr /></blockquote>

Sometimes I think vets care more than friggin' doctors /ccboard/images/graemlins/laugh.gif

01-21-2004, 05:19 PM

We also received a card from our Vet after she came to our house to put Kitty down. I made a generous contribution to a local shelter in her name and made some pecans for her and put them in a gift bag with a card thanking her for her care and consideration.

Anyway, just recently after our visit, she parked in Philadelphia with a bunch of animal medical supplies - not to mention the syringes and steroids - and her car got broken into.

The thief (thieves) only took the gift bag with the pecans and the thank-you note. Go figure.

She left that office and went out of town and I switched Veterinarian offices cause no one cared more than she did.


01-21-2004, 07:12 PM
On Monday this week I to returned to the vets office and settled the final bill for Mickeys care. Upon talking with the staff, all of whom knew my dog from the number of times that I would kennel him there for the days when I would be out of town( probably 10 times in the last three years), I learned that they proformed additional and expensive procedures to try and save Mickey before they euthanized just to confirm that they were 100% correct in the diagnosis. I had not requested that they perform this last ditch exploratory operation before euthanasia...the thought entered my mind as to what would have happened had they found Mickey could have been saved, probably the pool players mind in me, and I had to ask; what then?

They said that they would have assumed all the expenses including after care and that they would have been pleased to give me the good news...Wally, I think your right. Vet do care more than Doctors...I received a sympathy card signed by the staff in the mail today.

I would like to thank all of you ccb'ers who expressed your thoughts. I told Mickey all about you folks. /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif

01-21-2004, 09:10 PM
Cheese...the tears are rolling here as I even dare to contemplate how I'll feel when I lose my little buddy. I'm so sorry. I hope you get another buddy to share your love with. You have to have somewhere to put that love.

My heart goes out to you. Jim

01-22-2004, 07:39 AM
<blockquote><font class="small">Quote Barbara:</font><hr> Wally,

...I made a generous contribution to a local shelter in her name ...

<font color="blue">I send money to the animal shelter all the time. Just seems like the right thing to do /ccboard/images/graemlins/frown.gif</font color>

The thief (thieves) only took the gift bag with the pecans

<font color="blue">Apparently word has gotten around the City of Brotherly Love about Barbara's bodacious pecans /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif </font color>
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01-22-2004, 07:40 AM
<blockquote><font class="small">Quote cheesemouse:</font><hr>
...I told Mickey all about you folks. /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif <hr /></blockquote>

Did you tell him about Wonder Dog? /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif

01-22-2004, 08:02 AM
<blockquote><font class="small">Quote Wally_in_Cincy:</font><hr> <blockquote><font class="small">Quote Barbara:</font><hr> Wally,

...I made a generous contribution to a local shelter in her name ...

<font color="blue">I send money to the animal shelter all the time. Just seems like the right thing to do /ccboard/images/graemlins/frown.gif</font color>
<hr /></blockquote> <hr /></blockquote>

Almost 11 years ago I adopted Lucky at the local animal shelter. What a great day when my brother and I drove away with my new dog in tow. Every year around Christmas Lucky and I go back. We bring blankets and towels, treats and new toys. I think Lucky always gets a little nervous that I'm gonna leave her but it just reminds me how great we have it.

Like many of you my best friend is in the twilight of her life. She's 13 years old and while extremely healthy she's 60lbs and they just don't live forever. Everytime I read this thread (I read it everyday) I cry a little and immediately go to her and talk to her for a while.


01-22-2004, 08:17 AM
<blockquote><font class="small">Quote Wally_in_Cincy:</font><hr> <blockquote><font class="small">Quote cheesemouse:</font><hr>
...I told Mickey all about you folks. /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif <hr /></blockquote>

Did you tell him about Wonder Dog? /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif <hr /></blockquote>


Mickey's heard of Wonder dog but in Doggie Heaven no dog can run three friggin balls because they have little fire hydrants where the pockets should be.... /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif

01-22-2004, 08:23 AM
Girl dogs only sniff the fire hydrant /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif

Kato~~~has always had girl dogs.

01-23-2004, 09:24 PM
I got my little buddy at the shelter 7 yrs ago. He was about 4 or 5 then but he's little..about 22 lbs and still very healthy and acts like a young'n.

Cheese I was thinkin about you earlier today...hell since I read this threadI can't stop thinkin about you,...anyway...I do hope you consider going to the shelter and finding a new buddy very soon.

Giving that love to a needy little guy will make you feel like Mickey is right there all over again.

Thanks for helping me remember how special it is. Crying again. Jeez

Harold Acosta
01-23-2004, 10:45 PM

We have two girl dogs, Bobby and Princess. Bobby is about 8 years old, came out of nowhere one day, about a year old, skinny where you could see her bones, broken tail, uncared for, and abused. We gave her some food and water, and she stayed so we took her to the vet, shots, vitamins, skin care, everything she needed. She has been with us for the past 7 years and is showing some age. She is mixed breed, big dog, lots of hair, brownish red, sometimes looks like a retriever and sometime like a Lassy.

Princess, we picked up two years ago, as a small few-days old puppy. Someone was given out dogs at a toll booth in one of our principal highways. Hadn't open her eyes yet and couldn't even walk. I thought she would not make it. All black, except her paws and chest. Chess is tan, like a cross. All four paws are tiger-like brown and black. Just beautiful. Has stayed small, about half the size of Bobby. We just love these wonderful dogs.

Everyday when I come home, they are just elated to see me. They jump all around me, trying to get my attention, and a ride in the car. I feel obliged and cave in. Once I am home, they do not leave me for a minute. They stay with me until it's time to go to bed. They are inside-home dogs, we maintain them clean. They are house-broken and let us know when they want to go out. I cannot ask for better behaviour. They are just wonderful.

We don't know what's going to happen when one of them is no longer with us. Bobby will probably go first. We love them dearly and treat them like kids. They understand everything we tell them. If only they could speak...

I feel for you....since I know what the feeling is like. The only solace I have is that "All dogs go to heaven" as said in the animated motion picture. I believe this to be true.

Keep cherishing those moments with your dog, be happy for all the time spent together...

Harold ~ Puerto Rico