[Cutie_Emmy]

My mom got Mickey Mouse when I was just a little girl-- in 1996 I think. We were the best of pals. We'd play hide and seek and all kinds of other fun things.
Mickey was not the nicest dog. He was actually quite a terror, LOL. He never grew out of it. He demanded to be slept with, and if you moved the covers an inch he would get seriously po'd... he'd bite and attack anything that annoyed him. He did not like new people, he would never stop barking at guests. It was a rare occasion when we'd get to brush him, he looked kind of scruffy most of the time but he liked it that way... and we liked not getting bit. Haha. My tough little warrior definitely ruled the household, and our hearts.

When my Grandma had cancer he never left her side. She hated him at first, but my Grandma soon became one of Mickey's biggest fans. When my grandma had to go to the hospital he didn't leave her chair for days, and I was sad that my grandma never got to come back to say goodbye tom him. I know that he missed her.

Mickey got sick because we washed him with a certain flea shampoo, a shampoo which was later recalled for being too dangerous for dogs. He was sick for around three days, and when he died he died in my arms. It was one of the most horrifying things I've ever experienced in my entire life. I try not to think about that scene, instead I think of Mickey biting someone and I can smile again.

Mickey was nine years old when he died. He had been there for me during my childhood. I will never forget him. When it came time for me to be able to get my own baby, I chose another yorkie (Emmett). He has helped the wound of Mickey's death to heal. I just want Mickey to know that he will always have a place in my heart.

I love you Mickey, and I still miss you buddy. I miss sharing pizza rolls with you and playing the games we used to play. I hope we can all be together one day after our lives are over so we can love and laugh and play! You'd love to bully Emmett, lol.