Mickey, the dog had been around for many years, he was Joe’s best pal where ever he when Mickey had been right behind him, he had come to the rescue many times, once Joe had been bail up with a wild pig against a high fence.
Micky put his own body between his master and the pig, it ended up Joe caring Micky out of the steep ranges because of a broken leg, and a large rip in his side, leaving the dead pig to be carried out later.
No one could ever separate those two, now Joe was going to war, they were going to be split up, no way could they be together.
Watching them saying their goodbyes, I saw tears rolling down the cheeks of both of them, even though Joe had shades on, my eyes welled up also, just watching them, I had to walk away. So sad.
Maybe never to see each other again?