Misha (In Treasured Memory)

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Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Mooshie, Squooshie, Mushu, Mish Mish, ugh, it's embarrassing! :)

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Quick Bio:

November 3rd 1994

His Mommy! :)

McKinley! :)

Favorite Toy:
If I can't eat it, what is the point?

Favorite Food:

Favorite Walk:
To the food dish, then back to the couch! :)

Best Tricks:
Hop like a bunny!

Arrival Story:
Misha was my 21st birthday present from my father. I had always wanted a collie. My first favorite TV show was Lassie, so there was no other breed for me. I had a friend who owned his 1/2 brother and he was lovely. So, when I had a yard in my first house during college, we went to go pick up my very first dog. He was so adorable. Small, round and gentle. I knew he was perfect.

Misha is my first born child. He is amazingly devoted to me. He is my shadow, never far from my side. Leashes are useless pieces of leather. He is always with me. It took him about 5 years to learn to endure my husband, and we were married for 3 of those years! Misha is simply the most gentle hearted soul on Earth. He loves children, in fact when he was 3 months old he disappeared from the backyard. I found him in a car across the street where he had wiggled into a carseat with a toddler and was licking his face! :) Misha went to college classes with me; he sat at my feet (or in my professor's lap) during my exams and late night lab sessions. He raised kittens when I worked at a vet clinic, and did therapy work when I did home health. When the collie club did educational events, Misha was their ambassador. When I taught elementary school, I used to bring him in to play with the kids as a reward. Through it all, he has been my shadow. He never lets me out of his sight. Now my sweet fellow is an old man, and his knees and hips aren't what they used to be, but he endures the loving hugs from my daughter and is still my constant companion and shadow, he just follows a little further behind now. I am his Mommy, he is my son. There is no stronger bond than that. :)

Forums Motto:
My "small son" and first born child.

The Groups I'm In:
Calling all collies or shelties(shetland sheepdogs), Cesar's Dogster Pack, Colorado Collies, Rainbow Bridge Angel Babies

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 13th 2005 More than 11 years!

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We will miss our dear sweet boy....

Goodbye, My Sweet Son.

June 28th 2005 10:44 pm
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TOday, June, 28, 2005, my sweet sweet boy left us. Misha was old, he could no longer see, had trouble walking, and senility was creeping up on him. Yet, his gentle nature, patience and deep sense of loyalty was still intact. I am away from home, but my husband was there for his final moments. McKinley wouldn't leave his side. He laid with his head on Misha's back while he had all the sezuires. They came out of nowhere. The vet suspected a brain tumor. I had promised him years ago that I would not make him suffer for my benefit. I just wish that I could have been there to say goodbye. I knew somehow that when I hugged and kissed him and spent a few quiet moments with him before we left that this was the final goodbye. I had that. I just wish I could have held him as he slipped away. This was the right thing to do. He was unresponsive, he couldn't breathe, why make him suffer until I got home? He knows that I love him. He was my first born child, my shadow, my confidant. He knew everything about me, good, bad, ugly, and loved me more than the world. I was his universe. He was my boy. He never needed a leash, he never knew a stranger. He loved children and every other animal on the planet. I have to explain to our daughter where her "Daddy Misha" went. that will be hard. The empty house will be harder. We are blessed that we still have McKinley, but it will still never be the same. You never forget your first love, and you can never replace your first dog. He was my son. He was my Misha Joy. I love him still. I always will.
Thank you for reading. Go and hug your dog. :)

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