RIP to our beloved Mikey, who has passed on to be with his sister Maggie.
We called him the “Miracle Dog”, because 10 years ago, the vet told us
that his seizure medicine had nuked his liver and he only had a few
months to live. Thanks to a recipe for homemade
dog food called “Sunny’s Miracle Diet”, he outlived all of his relatives
to the old age of 14.
Health problems weren’t the only adversity he faced. When he was little, he fell into a canal
and my dad had to dive in to save him. A few years after that, he and
his sister were lost (stolen!) for two weeks before we got them back.
Though he would hide from little dogs at the vet’s office and flee in
terror at the sound of my dad’s sneeze, he once bravely stared down a
long-horned steer to protect the family on a camping trip.
At 17" tall and 40lbs on a chubby day, Mike was a very big sheltie
often mistaken for a collie. He liked to sing along when my brother
played his trumpet, and when it was time for dinner he would remind us
with a look and a single “ruff.” Most of the time he was timid, but on
walks he was loud enough to let the whole neighborhood knew he was out.
He had natural sheepherding instincts and would always make sure nobody
in his “flock” got left behind.
Rest well, good boy. You really were a Miracle Dog.