This is my dog Mickey when he was young and spry. He died in September 2012 at age 16. Mickey was a Jack Russell Terrier that I rescued when he was five months old. He was my friend, my baby, and my protector. He was tiny but he thought he was a Rottweiler by the way he barked and growled at anyone he thought was a threat to me.
When I was very sick for a stretch of time and had to sleep on the couch, he was by my side, balled up on the end, rather than sleeping in the bed with my husband. He refused to leave me. I was with him when he died, talking to him, petting him and assuring him that he had been the very best friend in the world and I'd never forget it.
I never will.
I adopted a Yorkie/Dachshund mix six weeks ago who was 7 months old and in desperate need of a home. I love her but she hasn't replaced Mick. She's Molly and he was Mickey and my memories of Mickey will never fade.