My best friend, a German Shepherd, was gone. Her name was called Misha, a queen in the desert. Acurately say that she has left me and my family for 5 days. Today I am finally getting better and be able to writ something about her, but still in a very sad mood.
Misha was my baby in past 5 years! However, she was not just a baby but much more my royal protector, passionate companion and even understandable closest friend.
my husband raised her since she was only 4 months old, and sent her to a training school for dogs. Before we were married, I never had any experience with an animal and never liked animal at all. When I met Misha first time, she looked so huge to me, her weight was about 130Ibs, much heavier than me, and black and strong dogy smell. In order to make me feel comfortable with being with Misha, my husband told me many funny stories about her, and introdued me to join the game which she loved to play. So amazingly, when she saw me in the first sight, she ran towards to me and tried to jump on me to kiss me rihgt away. At that moment, you can imagine that I almost was freaked out and fell down. My husband added that Misha seemed have a special sense and showed me her respect on me without a fierce barking at all.
No doubt! Being caring, gentle, loving and funny, Misha convinced me completely in the following years.
