Mugsy, Annie, Mickey, In Loving Memory Options

[LoveMyMickey]

Mugsy Princess (Bassett)
Aug.10,1979 - Mar.24,1990


Annie (Maltipoo)
1989 - Mar.23,2001


Mickey (Maltese/Pekingese)
Sept.20,1996 - Feb.22,2011


"IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY SWEET FURBABIES"

[LoveMyMickey]

1979 - 1990....Mugsy Princess, (purebred Bassett)
We got her from a divorced couple, a relative. They had two Bassetts, the wife took one and soon afterward it got run over and died. We took Mugsy, had her for about 9 years. She was so sweet and good natured. One afternoon she and I were sitting side by side on the back porch steps, (different house than where we live now). All of a sudden she put her big paw on my leg while looking straight ahead as if to say, "are we having fun yet?"

She loved to eat, but one day while outside, I gave her a raw oyster. She smelled it, then kept rolling on it. She probably said to herself, "that's nasty." She did gain weight after we got her and our vet always teased us about our big Bassett.
We had a fenced in back yard, so we let Mugsy out one summer night to do her business. All of a sudden she started barking and chasing a opossum. The opossum sat on top of the fence with Mugsy underneath. Mugsy scared the poop out of that opossum and it landed right on top of her. Good thing it was summer because I had to use the water hose to give her a bath.

One year Mugsy got real sick with pancreatitis. The vet gave her an IV and meds. She got well, but had to take digestive enzymes the rest of her life.

She also loved to ride in the car with her right front leg perched on the passenger side window like a person. She got a lot of attention from people. When we told her to speak she would say Grrrrrrrr.

A few months before she passed away, we noticed a bulge on her backside, some kind of growth in the muscle. It pressed on her intestines and spine and made it hard to go to potty. She had surgery, but the vet said it was too large to remove. She recovered from surgery and did okay for a few weeks. Then she lost her appetite and went downhill from there. One morning as we were getting up, we heard her moaning in pain and couldn’t get up. We knew she was in a lot of pain and the decision had to be made. So on that cold March 24, 1990 morning with snow flurries, my husband laid her on the front seat of the car and drove her to the vet. The vet came out to the car and ended her pain. We buried her in our back yard.

This was interesting, the person that gave us Mugsy just happened to be driving by our house that morning and felt something was going on because our car was parked close to the front door. He came back by later. Needless to say, we were all heartbroken and I still get tears thinking of “Mugs”, my big baby girl.

And then came little Annie a few months later.

1989 – 2001……Annie, (Maltese/Poodle)
A neighbor who lived across the small creek behind our house gave us Annie. They both worked during the day and had to leave her at home alone. She had separation anxiety and would chew on things while they were gone. So they would tie her up outside but she would often get loose. I would talk to her over our back fence. One day I saw Annie all curled up in their next door neighbor’s yard looking sad like she had been fussed at. Anyway I went around in our front yard and was trimming a bush. I looked down and there was Annie sitting and looking up at me so sad, as if to say, “will you help me?” I made her a bed on the back porch and she slept the rest of the day. When her daddy owner came home we told him what happened and he said they wanted to “get rid of her”. So we gladly took her.

Then in 1997 that little creek overflowed and flooded our house, lost almost everything. Anyway Annie was always a sweet little girl, went with us everywhere and, even in the furniture store to buy new furniture. She even lost most of her separation anxiety and learned to like riding in the car. We lived in a motel and an apartment for a few months until we found this house we live in now.

Annie was afraid of thunder and would shake. She also couldn’t stand any clicking sounds, but she didn’t mind me trimming her toenails. She always loved her baths and brushing. She was a great kisser too. She loved to take walks and play with her toys. After dinner I would say, “go computer” and she would follow me into my computer room. She would fluff up one of her beds and go lay somewhere else. When we told her to speak, she would sneeze.

She had a good life here with us and then her kidneys began to fail in 2001. She got an IV at the vets and I helped her eat and drink here at home, but she went downhill pretty fast. So in the afternoon of March 23, 2001 we knew we had to release her from her pain and weakness…We brought her back from the vet, fixed her real nice in her little bed with a blanket, toys, and her collar with my name on her name tag. We put her in a heavy duty plastic container and buried her in our backyard flower garden. She was my little “baby girl” for about 9 years. It still hurts as I write this.

And then came Mickey 5 months later.

1996 – 2011…..Mickey…(Maltese/Pekingese)
Our neighbor who worked at the vet clinic brought us a picture of 5 year old Mickey and said the couple could no longer care for him because of their health problems. I was still grieving for Annie and after I thought about it for a few days, we went to their house and got him. He made no fuss and sat in my lap as if he had known us for years. We all were in tears when we left their house. We fell in love with Mickey immediately.

We brought him home and fed him. He jumped up in his new daddy’s chair and took a nap as if he had lived here forever. He would sleep with us on our bed just like Annie did. But of course we bought him other beds also. I have written a lot about him in other threads but what really made us laugh was when he would make funny noises while fluffing up his bed and then sometimes go lay somewhere else. He was a little gentleman, he would never come in the bathroom when I was in there, unless he was getting a bath. He would stretch out on the hallway floor and wait for me to come out.

I have made a few craft items over the years, mostly stuffed animals and pillows. I have them laying around in a spare room and Mickey would go in there with me, sniff the animals, and then look at me as if to say, “I know these are yours mommy and I won’t bother them.” (he never did)….. He loved to lay on newspapers. When we would spread the Sunday paper on the floor to read it, he would lay down on it. Also we have a small hallway closet we keep newspapers in to be recycled. When we opened the door he would jump in and sit on them……..Of course, he loved his walks and playing with his many toys. He had a small soft football that he really loved and almost wore out. Pupperoni doggie treats were his favorite, but he liked other kinds too. When we told him to speak, he would sneeze or bark, sometimes at the same time. He spoke English one time. He was in the other end of the house when I called him and he kind of barked and howled out, “I ow awnt to.” (sounded like I don’t want to). He loved baby talk. One day Mickey and I were close to his bowl of water, so I said, “Git chew a nank”. So after that, if we both were close to the water, he would look around at me until I said that. Then he would drink. Thunder or fireworks didn’t bother him, but he didn’t like for us to trim his toenails. He loved to go in the basement with us during a severe storm warning. He would cuddle between us on the couch. (Oh , it is so lonely down there now.) He knew what “go computer” meant and we would share a snack in here. He also knew what “go bed now” meant and he liked for me to tuck him in.

One year he developed Mediated Immune Hemolytic Anemia. But with the right medicine we got him well. He also developed a heart murmur and did well for several years, always lively and happy. Then in Feb. 2011, his heart meds stopped working as well and he went downhill in a few days. He had Congestive Heart Failure. Some days were pretty good and some weren’t. The day he passed he had a pretty good day, had gotten up early and ate some hamburger and rice, plus water. He even barked at a neighbor later that day. In the late afternoon, his daddy and I were sitting in the living room. Mickey got in his little bed to take a nap, but all of a sudden he got up and passed out on the floor. We got down on the floor and comforted him until his last breath. He wasn’t in any pain because he was unconscious. We put him in his little bed, in a heavy duty plastic container. We put in some treats, toys, his collar with my name on his tag, and leash. Before we covered him with the little quilt I had made, we left it open for awhile. I would go over and kiss him several times before it was time to say goodbye. That was Tuesday, Feb. 22, 2011. We buried him beside Annie in our back yard flower garden. We had him for almost 10 years.

All three of these furbabies were special, but Mickey was/is “special special”. I believe God sent us this “special one” because he knew it might be our last. (I wish we could have cloned him.)

“Mickey, Annie, Mugsy, you all made our life complete. I know you all are enjoying Heaven’s Beautiful Garden, the Perfect World. We hope to join you all some day. We love and miss you so much.”


XOXOXO Your Mommy and Daddy XOXOXO