Mickey Mouse White
We said good bye to our best friend on January 11, 2013. He was about 10 years old, he was a rescue, deaf, and we loved him with all our hearts! He was an American Bulldog, maybe with something else, a beautiful boy who was always happy and friendly. We lost him to bone Cancer. At first he lost his rear legs and we thought if was hip displacia but he was xrayed and it wasn't. They didn't find anything. Suprisingly he recovered and walked again in a few months. We were beyond thrilled! It was good for quite a while but then he lost his rear legs again. This time it went fast and the vet did an ultrasound and they found the cancer. There was nothing to do about it. They wanted to put him down but we took him home. We took him out to pee by putting a towel or carrier under his stomach at the rear end, with both of us holding a side. It worked good for a long time but now he just couldn't help anymore and it got too much for my husband and I. We put him on the living room floor on a blanket with potty pads under him and just gave him all the love we could as we watched him stop eating and slowly die. He was never in any pain and it went pretty fast. In the end he just went to sleep and didn't wake up. We know he's in a better place, well now, and that we will see him again but we miss him SO much! He went everywhere with us in the car and slept between us on the couch every night. He didn't spend much time outside, he was a real home boy and he slept a lot. Even though he was deaf it never made any difference, he was the best dog. I miss his head on my lap, his big eyes, his happy greeting when we'd come home. He was a very polite dog, never begged. You could eat in the car with him and he'd just go to sleep! He loved his big bed on the floor too, by the fireplace but we had to take it out when the kittens came. We kept 5 motherless kittens and even though he was huge, he was very careful around them and never hurt them. They're 2 years old now and I think they misss their "brother" too. Mickey was very tolerant of them all except when they got older they would eat his food! He hated that and would always be on guard. He acted tough but they were never afraid of him and he never touched them. He sometimes gave them "flea bites" when they were small, so very gently and they loved it. Our family is now broken and so are our hearts. Good Bye Mickey, we LOVE you, miss you, and we always will. Can't wait to see you again big boy!
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