There Really Never Is Enough Time

On Tuesday, January 16, 2018 I lost a great friend and companion…Mickie Schmenkman.

Mickie came to us at the age of 8 weeks old.  Boy was she a handful.  Very quiet the first two weeks.  I always believed that was to lull us into a false sense of ease, lol.  After that she was hell on four feet!

She was a fast little dog.  Easy to potty train and usually listened but loved to chase rabbits.

She bonded right away with her sister Willow who was 2 years older than Mickie.  Willow was even-tempered and a perfect complement to Mickie’s energy level.  Willow never got angry with her when she would jump all over her.

When Willow passed away in 2014 it was just Mickie.  Being the princess was right up her alley, lol.   She was born to be a diva 🙂

Later in 2014 she welcomed a new sister Tara.  Mickie was much older now and the tide had turned.  She was the older one and Tara was the high energy girl.  It never stopped Mickie from running around acting like a lunatic younger puppy.  They became best buddies.

No matter what they were side by side.  They both tolerated my dressing them up for holidays.  Mickie began to slow down and age was just beginning to show on my old gal.

I remember a few years ago when Mickie was barking and jumping around like a lunatic.  A neighbor said to me…’Don’t worry she’ll grow out of the puppy energy soon’.  She then asked how old Mickie was and I told her 9 years old.  The neighbor then said…’or maybe not’, lol.

Mickie began to sleep more and more.  She had a host of medical issues but she kept going.  Tara was very caring toward her.  She would still try to get the old girl to play with her.

Even on her last day she was a beautiful girl filled with love.  I know in my heart she is now running free and enjoying her pain-free existence.  I know I’m a better person for having loved her.  We are all sad and are trying to deal with the void our lives have now.  It’s not easy.  When my life was at its darkest moments, it was Mickie who held me together.  She gave me the will and determination to move on…mostly because she was a diva who wanted 100% attention.  Just what I needed to get out of my head and back into living.  I owe this little dog a lot.  My life…no our lives together was good.

Rest my little Nana.  Until we all meet again on the other side.

 

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