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.
