Miki appeared in our lives one day in 2006, of his own accord and without invitation. He was 3 or 4 years old then. Only 7 years later he disappeared from our life without a trace. In between he had given us all his respect, loyalty, affection and dedication.
He was a smart and crafty dog but a bit of a delinquent. His escapades led to a poisoning and a gunshot wound, both of which he barely survived. The irretrievable bullet in his heart helped ensure an illicit weapon confiscation and turned his shooter from a dog hater into a dog lover who now owns two. It also made Miki known as the bullet-proof dog at the local police department and neighbourhood. A legend.
He disliked other dogs and street cats but had much patience for his chosen humans, our other pets and most of all the children. He hated when we went to school/work so, to keep us home longer he would sometimes steal and bury our car keys and phones in the yard. He sat up with us and comforted us when times were hard. We will never forget our small dog with a huge heart. I hope to see him again one day, on the other side.
Miki is missing for 10 years now but for us he is never really gone. Because…how do you even say goodbye to someone like that? So special.
Much loved. Badly missed.
RIP Miki and thank you for everything 2006-2013