Mishka

Today my mom called me and delivered some terrible news.  Our dog, Mishka, had to be put down today.  We've had her for about 12 years.  I knew it was in the near future because she was having trouble walking on her back legs.  I prepared myself but obviously not enough.  I don't know if you ever can be.  She was at the point where she couldn't walk to get water.  She didn't deserve to suffer any longer.  I was upset because I didn't get to say goodbye to my "big bear."  I've been in Spokane since August and I didn't get to see her but it wouldn't be fair to her to make her wait.  She was such a lovely dog.  Even though she wasn't always the brightest dog and chewed up my favorite glove, she was always happy and would do anything to protect our family.  She was huge and looked like a bear, but she was so sweet and mild mannered.

I would walk to gymnastics from my elementary school and everyday I would pass this house with a beautifully grown husky living in the yard.   One day, I saw she had a litter of puppies.  They weren't living in the best conditions and I wanted to get one.  I begged my parents for another dog (we already had our awesome dog, Sheeba) but I wanted another one.  I wanted this darling little black puppy that was the most adorable thing I'd ever seen.  My parents finally gave in and she took the family immediately.

I love you so much, Mish.  I know you are out of pain and you will be missed by your loving family. There have definitely been times where I have been really angry with you, but you have always been the cutest, funniest, most loving dog anyone could ask for.   Thanks for being such a wonderful pal and providing tons of laughter and fun times.  I will miss you! <3