This morning a very important family member passed away. He was my big Brother, Mick. He died at 11:00 am. I love him so much. Here are some of my memories:
When I was little Mick was chasing something, he was running straight towards me, and everyone thought he was going to knock me down. Instead, he jumped right over my head.
Another memory is when our neighbor left his tools with Dad to keep them safe. Someone came and tried to steal them, and Mick barked at them until Dad and John across the street woke up and chased them away.
Also, when I was about 2 years old, I rode Mick like a horse.
Another time before I was born, A little boy wandered away from home. About 12 dogs looked for him. One of them was Mick. Most of the dogs quit the first and second days, but Mick kept looking until on the 3rd day, a schipperke mix found him in the water under the road. Mick was on National TV while he was searching.
Mick was the best big brother in the world, and I'll love him forever.
Here'* a picture of Mick with me in the back seat of Greenzilla.