Yesterday was one of the hardest days of my life. We had to make the unspeakably hard decision to say goodbye to our much loved westie, Mikey.
Mikey was my furbaby. He was one of the family and had been with us since 2005. He was just 8 weeks old when he came home to live with us and since then has been a very precious part of our lives. We endured endless accidents on the carpets before he was house trained, he chewed up the brand new lino in the kitchen, he has run off with Little Mr’s toys and chewed them, he even chewed the Mary and Joseph wooden ornaments at my in-laws one Christmas which made us laugh (sorry Mary and Joseph!) He came on family holidays with us, he loved camping and being able to explore new surroundings and he loved the beach.
He loved our family. He knew who his Aunty Toni was and Uncle Jon and Uncle Russ, his white tail would wag when we mentioned he was going to Nanny and Grandad’s as he simply adored our Parents because they spoiled him with treats, soft toys and long walks over Sandwell Valley. He took on a big brother role when my nephew came along, he was so protective of him. He was so caring and would sit by his moses basket watching over him.
He had his fair share of mishaps. He once ate pebbles from the garden and had to have an x-ray to make sure he was okay and hadn’t ripped his stomach open. He once choked on a bone in the garden and had to have surgery to remove the bone and after spending five minutes in the back garden after work one day he managed to rip his claw off and was bleeding horrendously around the house. He had major surgery to remove his boy bits for fear of having cancer and I spent the night on the living room floor with him as he was in pain after recovery. I would have gone to the end of the world for that dog.
He was such a loyal friend to me. He would always give the best cuddles and face licks (yes, I know where he’s been!) but he was just Mikey, so lovable and trusting.
When I fell pregnant with Little Mr, he knew. I’m not sure how but he became fiercely protective of me and he wouldn’t leave me alone. They say dogs have a sixth sense and I’m pretty sure he knew there was going to be a new member to the family.
He drove me mad. He would run off with things he shouldn’t have, he made the neighbours jump when he barked at them in the garden and he would make me chase him around the dining room table when he didn’t want to go in the kitchen if we were going out.
When you see your beloved dog deteriorate before your eyes and hear him cry in pain, you know you have to make the gut wrenching decision to help him no matter how hard the final decision is. He was suffering and I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle on.
You will never ever be forgotten Mikey, you will always have a very special place in our hearts, we will miss you so so much!
Mommy and Daddy are heartbroken but we know you’re no longer suffering and at peace.
We love you so much Mikey xx