Mickey DID find a forever home!

While I thought Mickey was going to live with Georgeanne on September 30, turns out her home was just not the proper place for him. So, unbeknownst to me, he had moved on Saturday, 3 October. Sunday evening I had an email from another SAYR person, and then I read the Monday Morning Memo from Save A Yorkie Rescue on Monday (10/5) and discovered Mick had gone to live with Deb for the rest of his life. It was like a full-circle move for him. Deb was the person who originally had taken him into rescue back in July--she was the one who met him with his terribly infected teeth, oozing pus from them into the fur on his mouth so that he appeared to have dreadlocks on his chin! After his surgery to remove all his teeth, he went to Deb's to recover from it, and then he came to stay with me for several months.

So, now he is at home with his Momma Deb, where he will live out the remainder of his days. Deb's comment to me was that she could see that he had aged--where? I thought he kept getting younger and younger, but I guess when one is with a dog day in and day out, it is difficult to see aging happening. He is still having skin issues, and Deb has taken him to the vet for a skin scrape. She is wondering about mange. Have to wait and see.

Two of my grandsons fell in love with Mickey. Grant loved him so much that he wanted to adopt him, and cried when he learned that Mickey would be going to another home. Ahh, these life lessons to be learned--some hard and some joyous.

Live well, Mr. Mickey!! And continue that gorgeous trot you do!! For now, the Yorkie Hospice and Senior Rehab center is closed and quiet. Once my injured left knee is repaired, we'll see about opening it back up again.