Misty and I were destined to be together, as we met during a drastic time of need. For her it was a moment of being adopted from a neighboring vet after being infested with heartworms and for me it was a moment of insecurity and emotional instability.
Unlike most dogs, Misty became mine upon mere sight. Even that first night while staying at my parents she alerted me that they were in distance while the two of us had retired early. She knew that it was her job to protect me, her first “humane owner”. She had had previous owners (breeders), but none that had allowed her to become close. This however, was one of Misty’s downfalls as well
as most honorable trait.
Misty became so close throughout the first week, my Christmas vacation, that when the two of us traveled home to my apartment and I went back to work as a Kindergarten teacher she could not bear the separation between us. She chewed at my door, tore up the carpet, and ran around the space barking. I remember crying and not knowing what to do as before me sat my beloved new pet who I had already made ties, yet at the same time
was costing me the condition of my home.
That same week, I tried a pet carrier, rubber boots, muzzle and etc. but none were suffice. She suddenly after approval by the administration became a school dog. Throughout those trials and many more to come, jumping out of second story windows, breaking off of a leash, jumping through windows and etc. Others called her the “Psycho dog”. But to me she was always my soul, my love, my Misty Magoo.
The separation spells never completely got better, and this was one of the hardest tasks for the two of us. She never wanted me to leave and I never wanted her to be alone. But one must take time to oneself and also must provide an income for self. My largest disappointment was that during our last month together I went on vacation and left her with my parents. She broke free, my brother found her and brought her home, but during a second time of searching she never came home.
I hate not knowing what happened to her, however in my heart I know that it was time. God had placed upon this earth for a short moment. She had served her purpose first as a breeder and then as a beloved friend and pet. And I tend to believe that even now as she watches from Heaven, she is a part of me, but also a part of the past.