Micky’s StoryPosted on April 20th, 2009 @ 11:45 pm
The first time I saw Micky was when I went to the breeder to pick him out of the litter. There were 4 puppies there all together: 3 black boys and one little white girl. The little white girl was the perfect poodle - white with all black nails, lovely coat etc. She would have been the perfect show dog. My mum would have loved her… But when I walked in there and saw all the puppies I fell in love with the under dog… All the puppies were jumping up wanting to play and impress their potential new owner… All except Micky. He showed excitement but was a little withdrawn as if he was thinking “I have tried all this… No one ever picks me, I’m just going to sit here and hope for the best…” I turned to the breeder and said “I want that one” and pointed out little Micky. The breeder looked a little shocked. She breeds amazing show poodles and he was hardly the perfect specimen. He was much too small, his black coat was not rich and thick, but rather a dull grey/brown growing in thin tufts and he had long gangly legs. The breeder turned to me and said “You know he’s the runt dont you?” I did, but didnt care. He was who he was and I loved him right away for his imperfections.Micky didnt have the best welcoming party, as when I showed him to my Mum she was still heavily mourning Abby and could barely even think about another dog. I used the excuse of my Mum, but really he was for me… When Abby died she was all I had. We had just moved to a place I hated (but now fondly call home), I had no friends, felt awkward in my new house and barely knew the new people I was living with. Abby was my salvation and I just didnt know what to do without her. Mum always said that Abby was an angel who came to our family to teach us all how to love again and bring us all back together. Mum is really right, Abby did do all of those things, but she departed before I was ready. Mum was finally happy and could go on without her, but I was just lost. I still needed her more than anything and she was taken away from me. Because of all of this, I needed Micky… But Mum couldnt deal so he went off to live with Adam. Luckily not too long after, Adam went travelling so Micky came to live with us on the farm where he belonged all along.
I moved on not too long after and had to leave him behind while I went off to finish high school and uni. The dogs were always on my mind and I loved coming home to see them. So many times over the years I was away I received phone calls from my Mum informing me of various accidents Micky had been in… A grass seed lodged in his head, kicked by a cow, fallen off the back of a ute, fallen off a boat and had to swim to shore, fallen from upstairs to downstairs onto solid concrete… And finally the dog attack. He lived through everything - I just thought he would get through this also.
I have always just felt an extra special connection with Micky… even though I love our other dogs also, Micky just always represented something special to me… Even though at 13 years of age Abby was my best friend and I needed her, and her blood ran through Sophies veins, Micky was meant to be my new best friend… Someone to get me through the times that Abby wasnt able to… Its just so hard to imagine life without him now. It doesnt matter to me that I am now 23, married and “all grown up”, I still needed him. I feel like all the dogs that touched our lives were meant to move on after they had done what they were put here to do, and I almost feel robbed that I cant find my own personal reasons that they had to leave ME. Selfish? Maybe… But I dont know what else to think or how else to feel. I know I have my own special babies who each represent something amazing to me, and although that means the world, I cant help but think why we all had to be robbed of Micky.
Lilie came to me when I needed her… And she really needed me. She was abused and neglected and just needed love. I couldnt go on another day without having a dog of my very own to love and care for, so we were meant for each other. Frankie came to help us all… and to help Lilie a lot. Combined, they both taught Michael about the love of a dog, no matter the size or breed. He’s grown to love these dogs like children… When we first got Lilie, Michael didnt even want to touch her because she wasnt a “manly” dog… she was small, white and fluffy and wore a pink collar. Michael didnt want Frankie either, but it didnt take long for them to form a very special bond which I see every day.
Michael took to Micky and Sophie very quickly also, and although he’s being very strong helping me deal with my grief, I can see that he is grieving too… His reasons may be different to mine but they are reasons nonetheless. Michael looks at Micky as a dog who represented something to him… The first dog that was not his own, who he could appreciate for a brilliant personality and a lovely character. Before meeting him, he would have just been another dog to him, but now that he knows the importance of animal love, he sees that, and he really saw that in Micky. Micky helped Mic to realise that every dog is important to its family and every dog has love. Mic loved Micky and thought of him as his family because they are both part of mine.
I am not totally sure how to deal with Micky’s passing… I know I need to be strong for my Mum, but I’m just not sure how to do that. I feel a very strange emptiness and that void isnt even filled by looking into the eyes of my own dogs. Looking into the eyes of Lilie and Frankie fills my heart with love, but also a great sadness. I know it will all pass and in time I will find a way to deal with it, but for now I am just stuck and lost. I want to be there for my Mum, but I am afraid of showing her just how sad I am because I dont want to make it worse for her. Right now I think I just need to push myself to focus on the now… No matter how hard that is. Micky wasnt a dog - he was a member of a family - our family, and losing him feels just as terrible as losing any other member of that family. Dog or not, he was an amazing friend and family member. I will miss him terribly forever. Hopefully in time the piece missing from my heart will be replaced, but even then he will never be forgotten.
Until next time…
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