Mickey Yake

Mickey (and his sister Cookie) came into our lives 13 years ago when Mickster was 3 and Cookie was 5.He and I immediately “clicked” and he stuck to me like glue. I will miss his trotting beside me when we would walk to his crate, and the way he muscled in to be close when I would eat something (anything) when I laid on the couch – he had a particular weakness for ice cream sandwiches. He was intelligent, loyal, and loved unconditionally.He was fearless, goofy, and absolutely crazy over carrots. I miss you, Mick. Rest easy my friend.