Remembering My Boys on National Pet Memorial Day

The second Sunday in September is National Pet Memorial Day. While I think of them every day, I’ve been spending time today remembering my Nicky, Niño and Mickey.

Mickey was my best friend growing up. He was a gift from my Father when I was four years old and had chicken pox. He was my constant companion and a source of comfort when my Father passed away three years later. We had 13 years together. It wasn’t until I started picking photos for this post that I realized I only have one photo of Mickey scanned, so I must fix that.

Here we are when when I was about 6 years old.

Nicky and Niño were adopted just a month apart. They were only three months apart in age. They were the very best of friends. Niño was my shadow. He was my rock. Nicky was more independent. A free spirit. Nicky passed away suddenly in June of 2009. Niño passed six months later. His heart was broken when Nicky passed and he never recovered. When I lost my boys I didn’t think I would recover.