Goodbye, My Sweet Son.

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. :)