I had went to the flea market with my grandparents that weekend, I was sick and missed the week before at work and didnt have much money on me. I was walking with my grandma at the flea market looking around and came upon this cute little boy walking a stroller with what I thought was a stuffed animal until he turned his head and looked at me. A lady that we knew was selling this little dog, and I knew at first glance that I had to have him, I borrowed the money from my grandpa to get this cute little fella, I took my jacket off and wrapped him in it. He had made my day, and it was Valentine's Day. I loved everything about him, his fluffy black and white fur to his pom pom tail he had . I would come home from work and he would have chewed up alota my stuff, I would get kinda sad but, I knew that's what puppies did. I lived with my dad and brother at the time and when I first brought him home, they both fell in love with him too. He had the most lovable demeaner about him, so sweet. My brother and I would chase him around cause he would like to run after cats and I would always get scared he would get loose until one day he ran after one and he snapped the line he was on and ran thru a field that was close to a busy street.I thought for sure he was going to get hurt, I felt my heart already burst in my body. I found him sniffing a flower in the field close to the busy street, so I grabbed him an cried and told him not to do that again. I kept him closer to me from that point on. As time went on, I guess my love and affection grew for Mickey, I felt as if he was the only one in my life that I could really rely on,and in any time when I was hurting or upset I cried my heart out on him, deep in his fur and hugging him with it. I always felt that he was my lil baby boy. I treated him like a prince that he was. spoiled him rotten. My brother was a fool over him as well, we both I guess spoiled him, we called him the "baby" and dad would always let him lay with him in the recliener. Mickey loved that so much, we had another dog a poodle and he was going blind and when Mickey and Poohbear would go outside to potty Mickey would guide Poohbear where to go and kept him safe and looked out for him cause he knew Poohbear couldnt see that well. He looked forward to going to sleep at night, to sleep on my bed on top of the blankets all snuggly and warm. Later on down the road I had moved out and got married, and my husband had other dogs as well and they didnt get along so well so I had to keep them seperated. A few years ago I had a brain tumor removed and was bed riddin for over two months, and the whole entire time I was sick my precious baby didnt leave my side. He layed on me, licked my hand when I would cry out in so much pain, and kept me from being scared when I was all alone. I thought if I had pass, I knew Mickey would just be broken hearted and would just grieve himself to death. I slowly got better, still having some side affects but ok. Then my brother came up to see me and he thought Mickey didnt look so good. I thought his weight was just up and down like it always was. I didnt think any thing was wrong until last year I noticed he was slowing down quite a bit. always layin around and layin on his back all the time. I took him to my vet and thinking maybe he just had a bug or something and he weighed him at 17 lbs. ok I thought, then he put him on the table and shook his head, then he bent his head down, I was like enough already what the hell is going on with my baby? He said he has cancer. WHAT? I couldnt believe what I just heard. I asked are you sure? he said yes, he has a four lb. tumor in his lower stomach. I asked him how long does he have? and he said dunno, hard to say. I couldnt put him down. I needed to tell my family, my dad and brother cause they were really close to him. I cried so much that day, I could have filled a water tower in just hours. I sat with him in the back seat while my husband drove back home. I called and told them the bad news. And the next day was his birthday. I had the feelin that he didnt have long, he had quit eatin alot of things and was only eating ice cream and cereal if only hand fed. I couldnt get either. The next day my dad and brother both came to see him and spend some time with him. I stayed with him constantly, never letting him outta my sight. and when I had to leave for a second he was trying to up and look for me. My husband had steak for dinner that night, one of Mickey's favorite, I tried to feed him and all he could do is just lick his lips, he could eat, I tried forcing him to eat a few bits of cereal, poor thing tried for me, he tried and then vomit it back up. I cried my soul out tryin to figure out a way to save my baby. I begged and pleaded with god not to take him away from me. I was looking for all kinds of solutions to help him. And none came. I ran to the nearest pet store and bought him a few toys and a t-shirt say I LOVE YOU, and a name plate. He was eargerly waiting for me to come back, I sat up with him all day and night, he kinda moved from spot to spot. The next day was about the same. As the night was ending he was constantly gettin up lookin for a comfortable space. A place to die. I started layin with him on the floor whear ever he went, cause he was lookin for me. I cleaned up his accidents through out the night, I didnt care, I just cried on top of it, then he got real slow walking around, I knew it was about time and I sure wasnt ready for it. He got up to go to the bed that he always loved, the green one that I had bought him years ago. and climbed in it. my brother called to check on him and I really didnt want to talk cause I wanted to spend his last few minutes with him , I hurried and cut the line. I layed there in the middle of my living room floor just holding him and cryin like a little girl, like I am as I type this now, trying to keep it together to get this done, he stretched his back legs, then his front, He then cocked his head back and let out this yawn and then he tried to close his mouth and took his last breath right then and there. I screamed so loud, the other dogs in the house started to cry. My husband wasnt there he had to be at court that day, I didnt have no one to comfort me. I held him for hours, still thinking I was in a dream. that I would see him walking towards me any given second. This cant be real, he was here just a second ago wasnt he? How was I going to be able to go on without my little guy? I felt like some one had just put a knife in my chest and cut out my heart and just left me for dead. And even now, last week on the 2/16 A year later, I still feel like it just happened. I just cant seem to get over losing him, I do miss him like the desert misses the rain. Not a moment goes by that I dont think about you Mickey, mommy never forgets about you. I will always cherish out precious moments together. I cry over you every single night my sweet baby. You are never forgotton. I did recently get him a little sister, I named her Petals, she is a shi-pooh too, all white with a little black mask around her eyes. I love her too, in a different way. But, she cant never replace you my love. Mickey Mouse I love you always and forever R.I.P sweet angel of mine. Mickey 2/14/98 * 2/16/10 xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxooxoxoxoxox