Mickey came into my life towards the end of 2004. He was posted on this board as a senior, a MAS (Memphis Animal Shelter) dog.
This is his shelter photo:
Mickey was emaciated and heartworm positive, of course. I treated him for heartworm and he quickly recovered and gained weight.
These are some of his later photos
As he was recovering, I discovered that Mickey had serious fear-aggression issues and it was obvious that he was badly abused. He was beaten by hand with a leash and a stick, he was reactive to all of these. He lived with a trainer for two months and he participated in countless obedience classes (with a muzzle). Nothing helped the fear aggression and he decided that he is perfectly happy staying with me forever.
He was a happy, crazy boy. He adored eating and chasing the ball.
If he was a senior, it did not show, he could spend hours chasing the ball. Mickey was very destructive and chewed like a beaver, he was quite a challenge in many ways. The way to his heart was food. A friend of mine turned into his best friend after feeding him 8 burgers (in one sitting and he did not get sick, I found out about it after the fact). He was very sweet and friendly with the people he knew, but was never good with strangers handling him. He loved riding in the car, on the front seat next to me and did many rescue transports. Mickey fostered quite a few girls and he liked cats too. He was the happiest guy with the sweetest smile. He was the only dog that could carry two cuz balls in his mouth at the same time (I wish I had a photo of that). He always had a cuz in his mouth, when he drank water, he dropped the cuz into the water bowl.
Mickey left me suddenly 10 days ago. He was chasing the ball as usual during the week, Saturday afternoon he refused to eat (which does not happen with Mickey), he was not his cheerful self on Sunday and he stopped breathing curled up in the front seat next to me, on the way to the vet, on Monday morning. The vet felt that it was probably a ruptured tumor.
I don't know how old Mickey was, he spent 4.5 happy. crazy years with me. I can still see him running after the cuz in the yard. I hope there are many cuz balls for you at the Bridge, my crazy boy. I miss you, you left too, soon, way too soon after BoBo. I am sure BoBo will show you the ropes and I hope the two of you will be good about sharing the cuz. Run free sweet boy, see you at the Bridge one day...