Saying goodbye to a special friend
Mischa was the dog I always wanted as a child but could never have. I adopted many other people’s dogs – neighbours, relatives and even strays on the street. I always wanted a companion of my own though. A few years after my dad passed, I found a rhodesian ridgeback puppy in a dingy pet store in town. She was so small and had a fairly sizable ringworm on her which I can only assume was why no one had already taken her home.
She was such a sweet puppy, so ringworm and all, I took my mum down to meet her. I think she was dubious at first but after she nuzzled into my mum’s arms, I think it was basically a done deal. She gave me something that I was missing for a long time, she gave me back my soul. She put back part of me that died when my dad did. And while she was headstrong and at times hard to train, she became entrenched in our lives and now we can’t imagine how it is we are going to live without her.
A few months ago, before Christmas, it dawned on me that she was growing old. She was starting to get a little grey around the muzzle and on her head and her stamina just wasn’t what it used to be. She would still love a walk but tired sooner than expected. She had arthritis and a dicky heart so I couldn’t expect her to go for miles anymore. But I still thought I would have that little bit longer with her and I’m sure my mum thought the same.
Last night we said our final goodbyes. I think she knew she was going but all the while as we sat with her and patted her, told her we loved her…..her only concern was for us and that we were protected and looked after. She was our guardian right until the end.
I will miss you my friend. Rest peacefully.

















