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Goodbye Mickey. I'm gonna miss ya sweetie

By The Armorer on December 3, 2003 | | Comments (22) | TrackBacks (5)

Pardon my self-absorbed Narcissism right now, but good god, sometimes entropy really sucks.

Mickey just died in my arms. I hate it when that happens. But I guess not as much as I'd have hated taking her for her last vet visit tomorrow. But I sure wish the damn puppy would quit playing with his squeaky-toy right now.

Goodbye, sweetie. When ya wake up, Ninja, Gabby, Sebastian and Little Guy will be waiting.

Entropy sucks.

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a real arrggghhh.... from drowning at 2 feet sea level on December 3, 2003 7:57 AM

John at Castle Argghhh!!! is mourning a loss and having a link fest all at the same time. A candle will be lit for Mickey Monday night at the Rainbow Bridge.... Read More

Talisker from Straight White Guy on December 3, 2003 4:08 PM

ahhh....tonight, I'm basking in the glow of a exquisite Talisker...from Skye.... .."speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing...over the sea to Skye"... I treat myself sometimes, after a particularly good day at the office...and today was one...I actua... Read More

Condolences for a loss from Random Fate on December 3, 2003 7:39 PM

Beth (She Who Will Be Obeyed!) and John (of Argghh!!!) have lost a member of their family, their friend Mickey McBear, a Golden Retriever. Please extend your condolences to them both. Death is a part of life, just as birth is, and it will not be denied... Read More

The Letter Of The Day Is O from Electric Venom on December 3, 2003 9:22 PM

O is for oblique, obese and obscene! O is for Opinion-Engine. O is for oligochaete oddness. O is for object lesson? O is for out of town. O is for obsolete. O is for obituary. O is for occasional ocular occupation. O is for objurgated olio. O is for ob... Read More

The Letter Of The Day Is O from Electric Venom on December 3, 2003 9:23 PM

O is for oblique, obese and obscene! O is for Opinion-Engine. O is for oligochaete oddness. O is for object lesson? O is for out of town. O is for obsolete. O is for obituary. O is for occasional ocular occupation. O is for objurgated olio. O is for ob... Read More

22 Comments

By Dana on December 3, 2003 1:04 AM
My sympathies, John. She looks like a total sweetie. *hugs*
   
By pam on December 3, 2003 7:43 AM
ohmygod, John. I'm so sorry. :,( Rest well, sweet Mickey.
 
By Jennifer Martinez on December 3, 2003 8:34 AM
I'm sorry John... there aren't any words but rest assured that others know the pain and we sympathize with you. Sincerely, Jennifer
 
By SayUncle on December 3, 2003 8:41 AM
My sympathies. The loss of a pet is always hard.
 
By Greyhawk on December 3, 2003 8:53 AM
Condolences from an "owner" of a big dumb labrador. Mickey one was obviously a champ.
 
By John of Argghhh! on December 3, 2003 9:00 AM
Well, we still have Shadow, our big goof lab, Whiskey, our "Jack Daniels" terrier/something, and Houdini, the new kid on the block. And there are still Little Girl (now Empress of the Herd with Mickey's passing), Gandalf, Cleo, Rest Stop, Barnacle, Meriwether, and Little Orphan Annie, the Hairball Gang. But we lost two puppies in 29 days. At least we should get a coupla year break before we do this again. Thanks all. 8^)
 
By Kate on December 3, 2003 9:03 AM
{{{hugs}}} I am so sorry to read about poor Mickey.
 
By radtec on December 3, 2003 9:50 AM
{moment of silence} Max and Dooley have already welcomed Mickey to the big field of grass and no fences. M was only three??????
 
By Ghost of a flea on December 3, 2003 10:13 AM
A friend was visibly distraught one day. It turned out the night before had brought a dream where he was looking out the back door of his parent's house and there was his long lost dog from childhood. The dog was so happy to see him and they played catch and rolled around in the grass and it was a long sunny afternoon. He thought to himself, "This must be what heaven is like." Quite right.
 
By John of Argghhh! on December 3, 2003 10:43 AM
No. Mickey was 13 and a half. I just goofed the picture. Thanks - I still hadn't noticed it, probably because I just look at her. I'll fix it over lunch. Sorry, Mick - didn't mean to cut a decade out of your life! Update: There ya go, Mickey McBear - now it's your whole life. I'm sorry,sweetie.
 
By John of Argghhh! on December 3, 2003 10:44 AM
Thank, Nicholas. I sure hope so. It's going to be very furry, however!
 
By Dana on December 3, 2003 8:09 PM
John, if it helps ease the pain at all, my daughter (Kayla, 16 months) wouldn't let me leave your page for about 10 minutes. Saw Mickey's picture and kept saying "Pup-pah, pup-pah, pup-pah, oof oof oof, pup-pah, oof oof." "Dog" is one of the few animals she recognizes reliably, and she's quite taken with yours.
 
By Lummox JR on December 3, 2003 11:39 PM
Sorry to hear about the loss, John. After this year I can sympathize.
 
By Dan on December 3, 2003 11:57 PM
Sympathies, my friend. I lost my best friend last year, and will likely lose my other too damn soon. I have often thought that the love of a dog is proof that there is some kind God out there who loves us. I discovered this shortly thereafter. Forgive me for posting it in it's entirety, but there is no more suitable epitaph. May it bring you some comfort, as it did me: THE POWER OF THE DOG Rudyard Kipling There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and sisters I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie-- Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear. When the fourteen years that nature permits Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits And the vet's unspoken prescription runs To lethal chambers, or loaded guns. Then you will find--its your own affair But--you've given your heart to a dog to tear. When the body that lived at your single will When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!) When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone--wherever it goes--for good, You still discover how much you care And will give your heart to a dog to tear. We've sorrow enough in the natural way When it comes to burying Christian clay. Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent. Though it is not always the case, I believe, That the longer we've kept 'em the more do we grieve; For when debts are payable, right or wrong, A short time loan is as bad as a long-- So why in Heaven (before we are there) Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
 
By Emperor Misha I on December 4, 2003 8:31 AM
Damn, John. What can I say that'll help? Nothing at all. Been there myself (who hasn't?) and it hurts. Really, REALLY bad. Well, at least Mickey is in doggie Heaven now, and my Skeeter always has room for another playmate. Never met a stranger. G-d Bless.
 
By John of Argghhh! on December 4, 2003 8:46 AM
Hey everybody! Evidence that the Emperor reads his blogroll! Thanks, Misha, appreciate it. Thanks all of you!
 
By Eric Scheie on December 4, 2003 10:17 PM
I am really sorry to hear about Mickey. My old 14 year old Coco is up there waiting for her (and for my dog Puff, and eventually for me). New pup is the only way. Good luck to you!
 
By John of Argghhh! on December 4, 2003 10:39 PM
We have a new pup (see my Thanksgiving posts) and he was very good for Mickey. Not only did he give her company - he got her to play some before her cancer just slowed her down too much. It was fun to watch.
 
By Stevie on December 5, 2003 3:51 PM
I know you don't know me, but my heart is breaking for you. I, too, have about 20 animals, recently reduced to 19 thru one man's murderous ways. It was my goat and only one of many of my 'kids', but....damn. Anybody who loves animals like you do is a kindred soul to me. Consider yerself blogrolled. And, give yer newest addition a tickle and a hug for me, would ya? Rest in Peace, Mickey. (Now, where did I leave the tissues?)
 
By Mary on December 5, 2003 4:04 PM
My deepest sympathies. Mickey looks like a beautiful girl. My Samwise (14 yrs old golden retriever) was waiting for her when she got up there.
 
By John of Argghhh! on December 7, 2003 11:07 PM
Lot's of critter-lovin' bloggers and readers. Thank you all very, very much!
 
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