My dad just called me. After years of dread and becoming depressed at the signs that Mickey was getting older and older, he passed away today. I don't know the details yet, I hope it was quick and painless. All I can say is, it hurts a lot worse than I expected. He was 16 years old. He's been with me ever since 5th grade.
Goodbye Mickey. Thanks for the years of laughter and silly joy that you've brought to us. I hope you had a comfortable life with us.