For the last few years Mickey has been my constant companion. He was always close by. Sleeping on my bed with me at night, Sitting in his seat belt whenever I went in the car, and helping me get around when I wanted to go somewhere.
Harder than the fact that Mickey is not my constant companion is the fact that he is still alive. Had this been an unexpected death I believe I would be able to find some peace. Instead it is a case of more dog than I am able to physically handle. He is looking for a new home and I pray that he is able to find one soon.
For the last few days I have been second guessing my decision. I know that it is probably best for all of us. But the pain I’m going thru makes me question that choice. Did I really do what’s best? Maybe I could work harder on the training. Everyone says he’s a different dog with me than anyone else. I wonder if I was wrong letting him go so easily. And yet, none of this is easy. The pain is more than any death I’ve faced in my life. Knowing that he’s sitting there waiting. It’s hurting me so much. I can only hope to find some peace in this. Cause I don’t see it hurting less any time soon. And I can’t get very far on my own.
I love you Mickey. I’m so very sorry. I hope you forgive me.





























