In the mid 1940's, Mike's mama was abandoned in a field just north of the Great Salt Plains. She had several puppies there. Daddy brought one home with him and named him Mike. Daddy and Mike were inseparable. He was here when Daddy and I got married in November 1947 and we both vied for the attention of Daddy. Sometimes Mike won and sometimes I won. When Daddy took the truck, sometimes I would go along with Mike and Daddy, Mike He would sit in the middle and literally put his back to me and shove me toward the door. Daddy thought it was hilarious that we were jealous of each other. When Mike got old he became very hard of hearing. He would lay in the road and wait for Daddy to come home and escort him on to the house. One day Daddy and I were coming home and saw Mike laying in his usual spot. Daddy said something about Mike waiting for him and then we noticed he did not get up when we got close. Mike had gone to Doggy Heaven. We drove onto the house where Daddy got the shovel and buried him by the north side of the driveway close to where the electric pole is now.. Soon after he was buried. Fred Layman and his daughter from Burlington drove in to tell us he had hit him. Fred waited for us to come home for a while and decided to go feed his cattle south of here and tell us on the way back. Daddy told him he assumed someday someone would run over him and not to fret. I know Daddy's heart was breaking, He never forgot old Mike. Rocky took his place and a few years later after that we got Roscoe. Those two were another story. I am sure Mike was there to greet his master when he got to Heaven on April 11, 2016.

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