BOW-WOW — My Best Friend
In 2007, my brother, Mike, died. I bought a Yorkie and named him Mikey after my brother; I thought a puppy might ease mom’s grief. Mom died in 2008.
They say you can’t die from a broken heart. I watched my mom slowly die emotionally, and then physically die in 2008. Mikey and I faced the future alone.
That was 13-years ago, Mikey became my dog, family, and my best friend.
My brother, Mike, was unbelievably smart and equally as protective of me. Mikey is really smart too. There are times when I look at him in amazement and think Mike was reincarnated into Mikey, then I’m snapped back into reality.
Mikey is always at my side.
When Mikey was a puppy, he would always ride on my lap when I was in my wheelchair. When he got older, he would beg and scratch the side of my wheelchair to get on my lap. You can only take that so long before it becomes annoying. However, one look into those cute brown eyes, and he has broken my spirit and Mikey gets his way.
I never socialized Mikey for obvious reasons.
Over the past 10-years, if anyone got close to me he would get nipped. My friends and others are afraid of him until he gets to know them, then they fall in love with him too. It is impossible to get past those brown eyes, you can’t help falling in love with him.
Mikey acts like a Rottweiler; seemingly, nobody told him he was a Yorkie.
Mikey sleeps on my bed. I feel extremely safe alone in this big house.
He is my very best friend, and I love him so much. I can’t imagine life without him.
Take a look at that face, those brown eyes, that cute, little nose, could you deny him anything?