Micah Snow

 
   Micah was our pet poodle; a very special dog.  We had Micah from 2005 to 2015.  Ten years flies by and is too brief a time to enjoy the company of a truly intelligent, loving and compassionate friend as Micah had become.  What can be said about a dog.  He had character, and knew how to use it.  A dear friend refers to "pets" as 'fur- people'.  Indeed, Micah was "people".  Since he was a pup he tried to nuzzle under my neck as my head rested on a pillow in bed at night.  As a grown dog he loved climbing onto of my shoulders whenever I sat at my desk.  He would always beg for food at Alice's armrest-side; never taking from the plate to which his wet nose was pointed.  He made us laugh; and we think he knew he brought us joy.  He loved barking and calling attention to outside distractions, but yielded when called back in a calm voice, as he aimed to please.  My poodle taught me so much; about myself, I hate re-learning what grief is about again. Words fail; or they go into rambling.  Sorrow, weeping, loss of breath, runny nose, puffy eyes, deep sadness, a helplessness in not being able to un-do his passing, memories of happy times make the sadness of the initial loss even more profound.  The dog had personality and it will be dearly missed.  With a glowing smile Micah's eagerness always gave a tail-wag.

  The grand-kids spent the weekend with us and we had a good time, feeling a little bad they certainly lifted his spirits. From time to time he would get 'sick': quiet, loss of appetite and very slow. Upon our return from taking the kids home back in Dallas; Micah's condition had worsen. The next day his health was failing. His recovery was a day or so; this last time there was no recovery and watching him pass was terribly heartbreaking.  It is a most difficult thing laying an animal to rest when they show themselves to be more than 'just a pet'.  I buried him in the field near our apartment complex. Digging the whole, wrapping them up, covering them up and placing somethings to mark the area as special.  In a year will will be moving from these apartment.  I hope and pray this area remains 'marked' for us to return. Walks wont be the same, nor exploring the wooded area.  How do you describe the loss of a friend?  Realizing that the one who was always there no matter your mood swing was eager to love.  He was playful at bed time for his treats; I just pray his rest is peaceful as he is much loved and will be sorely missed.  We loved you MICAH, thank you for allowing us to be yours.