Just Jyll

Animals, especially dogs, have a way to work themselves into the fabric of our lives. Mickey was no exception.

My brother rescued Mickey in 1999 when he was about 2 years old. He was horribly abused as a pup. It didn’t take him long to adopt my brother or to claim the rest of us as family.

Over the past ten years he filled our hearts with joy and often brought tears of laughter! “Mo Mo” – as our mother called him – “mind of my own” – definately owned us!

This past year, we treated Mickey for arthritis. The abuse he received as a pup had taken a toll on the old guy. Today was a bad day for Mickey. He had multiple seizures and was rushed to the veterinarian. Unfortunately, he didn’t make it.

Rest in peace my little buddy.

Mickey 1997 - 2009