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Misha - I don't think it's *humiliating*....

Posted By: and now don't drive at all....sm on 2007-11-25
In Reply to: I am so terrible at this that - Misha

it just is what it is.........you do what you can - but humiliating?  I don't think so..........


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This is no humiliating but it is embarrassing sm
My family used to have a vacation home about 3 hours from here and everytime we went my DH always drove. Everytime we went we would stop at Dunkin Doughnuts. (DH fav!)One time a friend and I drove back into town from the lake to go to the mall. I had never driven in this area before. I told my DH that I had no problem but almost missed the turn off at DD. He asked what turn off. I had taken the exit, drove stright across the road and right back up the on ramp to get right back on the highway. That was bad enough, but I also did the same thing when we we left the mall heading back to the lake. LOL! That was 19 years ago, he still loves to tell that story.
Misha
My deepest sympathies are with you.  Losing a loved one -- be it two- or four-legged -- is among the most horrific things one must face.  Dogs, cats, et AL are all children to us who love them, and we mourn them as deeply as we would a human.  My prayers will be with you and Sasha, who must surely feel the loss as well.
Yea, Misha....

this thread was nice.  Thanks for starting it! 


Misha- How is CJ?
I've been thinking about you both.
Oh Misha, I'm so sorry about CJ.
You went above and beyond for him.  I am so sorry for your loss and the huge hole in your heart. 
Oh Misha, I'm so sorry...sm
I always read your posts with interest since I have (well, *had,* sniff...) Siberian Huskies too.  I lost my Siberian, Alexx, in January, at age 15 yrs.  I had to make the painful decision to let her go. 

 

Then, just this past July, I lost my 'baby,' my Siberian Husky, Wiley.  He died suddenly at home one morning, in my arms, of what the vets think was a pulmonary embolism.  He was 12 years old and had been in poor health for about the last year, with some serious chronic issues, but he was making progress, so it was shocking, devastating, to lose him so suddenly like that. 

 

My heart goes out to you.  Really, there are no words.  But here is a poem that I hope will bring you some comfort: 

 

'We who choose to surround
ourselves with lives even more
temporary than our own,
live within a fragile circle,
easily and often breached. 
Unable to accept its awful gaps,
we still would live no other way. 
We cherish memory as the only
certain immortality, never fully understanding
the necessary plan.'

From The Once Again Prince,

by Irving Townsend

 

Take care of yourself, and know that you did everything you could.  I hope the memories of the many happy times you spent with CJ will live with you for decades to come.  - Lisa

Yes, Misha, I know what you mean
They are using new products and new techniques. I know this because prior to the past year or so I went to different places and never had a single problem. I always got a heavy highlight that looked more yellow or pale golden blonde with just foiling and not even a toner, very pretty and flattering with no stripes, almost looked like an overall color.

Now the past year or so they look beige or almost silver gray and very drab and clash with my natural color. I know of one product so far called ''Maji'' blond that does this because I had it before at another salon (too bad this time she didn't mention until after) and the same thing happened! I hate it.

Then she told me the older and cheaper bleaches tend to be more yellow. WELL, THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU USE THAT! I even brought an old picture and she could see it was more golden than grayish (which is how ash can appear) and I have no gray.

I also don't like the technique she used, weaving? (which in layman terms must mean stripes)! Ugh, I never had that before either.

It is just an overall very unflattering look. When I look around, sure enough this is what must be in, because it is what most people have. And drab hair is unflattering on most people so I just don't get it.

I am just so frustrated.

:(
You go Misha!

Congratulations on your first night with him!  They just love to test their boundaries don't they?!  Glad to hear you weren't havin' any of that...sometimes it really throws folks.  I know I sure can be intimitated at times by strange animals. 


I also crate too, much to the shagrin of PETA-like folks.  It is a wonderful tool and every night when we get ready for bed I say, "In the hut" and the two little guys go RUNNING in there to play with all their toys and each other in their little den.  They absolutely love it and are only locked in it for the night so I can guarantee there won't be any accidental pee/poop when we all rise-n-shine in the morning.  During the day I leave their door open to the crate and they still go in there just to hang out and play with the stuff in there or just take naps together.  Darndest thing.


Feel free to e-mail me again if you have any pictures you want to share with us...I'd be more than happy to post them for you! 


Congratulations again Misha and Cedric!


to may, misha, etc. :-) sm
This is SO funny! First off, she is a kid, but she's a 20-year-old kid with little (size 6) feet ;-)

She was very amused by this thread. She came in last night and I said, 'Someone insulted your feet!' She totally cracked up when she read everything. She looked at her feet and said, 'OMG, I DO have a gap! You can fit a finger in there!' Then it dawned on her... as she was putting on her flips... 'Tell them that I'm a Florida girl and I NEED that gap so I can slip into my flips easier.' She only wears real shoes when it's cold or when she's dressed up ;-)

Thank you all for the kind responses and the fun. Funny how threads can just take on a mind of their own.

Misha, glad you had success with your bunion surgery. I went to a foot doctor a while back and he told me they'd have to basically break all the bones in my toes to fix everything. Didn't sound like fun LOL

Again, thanks and happy New Year to all!
So sorry Misha
Had the same thing happen in the same way with my Max many years ago only metastatic bone to lung.  Thankfully she didn't suffer and had a wonderful friend in you!  She was really pretty...  There's a really nice message in a post from Romey to Grieving a Lot below on this page.
Oh, Misha, I'm so sorry
What a beautiful dog. Now your dogs are together again. Hugs to you and your family.
Misha...
What an absolutely beautiful animal :-)

I admire your love and dedication to your animals and I am so sorry for your loss.
Misha's weekend
I don't have much new to report about Misha, except that we did get out and go to PetsMart and she enjoyed more attention than usual from two-footed admirers of all sizes. My new prednisone dosing technique seemed to work - no crashing. She wouldn't eat out of a dog bowl, but she would suck canned food- Blue Buffalo lamb recipe - off my fingers, which was quite endearing. Sasha watched me hand-feed Misha and wouldn't touch her bowl until I had hand-fed HER 3 bites too. So I'm creating two monsters, but it felt pretty good at the time. I also got her to eat some Jumbone-type treats also, so at least she's not going to starve. :o}
Misha's Mom. Are you OK? I've been
thinking about you all. Hope you're doing OK. How is Sasha?
I was so sorry to hear about Misha. sm
Having Siberians (see my post above) and having done Siberian Husky rescue for 6 years (in the past), I feel a kinship with you.  I just wanted to say hi and tell you my thoughts have been with you.  Misha makes me think of my Cherokee...
It was a nice day Misha....

I'm glad the time changed.  Longer days, more sunshine!  LOL  I'm ready for the new season...   Would love to do some clothes shopping! 


Misha, I listened to what you said
and I went yesterday and got some arch supports - hubby said he should get me some good ones but at least I have a start with some WalMarts. The shooting pain hit both Saturday, Sunday and Monday morning and I am knocking on wood as I type, hoping this will alleviate that pain- none since I put those in my sandals.  Gosh, just to think, if it did, how much I have spent trying to find a cure for this and it might have been less than 10$ all along? I am wearing them with my Bergies and strange feeling at first but I have not been without them at all, no barefoot, nothing except the arches and we will see!
That's good Misha - thanks :-) (nm)
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I'm so very sorry for your loss, Misha.
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Everyone, say hello to Misha's new boy, Cedric!
Oh don't you just wanna plant a huge kiss that little head?!  Congratulations Misha! 
Thanks Hayseed - and Misha
is today the day you get your new baby?
Nicely put, Misha! nm
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Careful, Misha. sm
He seems laid back now because you're in the 'honeymoon' phase. He's a husky, he's lulling you into a false sense of security! LOL Just kidding. He is a handsome boy and looks very sweet.

I might have missed it - you said you're fostering him, right? Is it really just fostering, or will you be adopting him (whether you intended to or not - that's called failing fostering 101, and I have done it *twice* myself! LOL)


Misha, please fill me in on the hypermobile
arches, first I have heard of this. I used to go barefoot all the time and thought at first this might have been where this came from, do not do that anymore. The current is exactly in the arch so tell me more, if you know. Thanks
Did Misha spit out the thorns?
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Another note on these wrists and Misha
Ok, I have tried some of the suggestions. I folded the towel and used that but it runs my keyboard off the back and does not seem to have enough room for my mouse so that is cumbersome. I bought the wrist supports at Wal-Mart last night and am trying those today and finally want to know where I can purchase those softflex gloves you spoke of Misha. I will try any and all because of the discomfort every single day. Thanks!
Good post again Misha.......no msg

When Misha first started insisting on
sleeping outside because the weather had turned cold and she was a husky and she was quite insistent about it, I thought she was too young to be sleeping without her pack. So I would turn on back yard lights to check on her. Sometimes I would see she was lying out there with all her stuffed animals collected in a little semicircle in front of her.

Awwww. I miss her too.
**New PICTURE of Misha's Cedric!**
This picture just slayed me! 
**New PICTURE of Misha's Cedric!**
This picture just slayed me! 
You are right, Misha. They can live up to 20 years and are (sm)

just darling. One came in second at a dog show I attended in April in the Nonsporting Group and I nearly fell out of my chair!  Screamed so loud I was hoarse the next day as the captain ran the ring!  No wonder they used this great little watch dog originally on barges. If the Scottish Deerhoud would have won that night they would have carried me out!



Very lovely picture, Misha

You were a beautiful bride.  Your sis looks great in her costume!  I have a twin also, but she's six years younger than me . . . just needed to gestate a little longer than I did, I guess.


Thanks for sharing!


Misha - I clicked on it but one has to register
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She's a beauty...sorry for your loss Misha...sm

The day you started your new job and Bear ate the ottoman, I e-mailed you and asked about Sasha and she seemed to be okay.  Hasn't been too long since your last dog passed on and you got Bear.  I bet she will be a great lead dog with her other buds up there.  Cat 


Misha, talking about the huskies
My husband had said he always thought he wanted a huskey. About a week ago I told him his dream had come true. At my mailbox stood 2 beautiful huskies, 1 white with gray and 1 white with tan. Animals are not supposed to run loose in my neighborhood so figured someone's dogs, they were beautiful. Took me most of the afternoon and evening to locate their parents - someone had apparently tried to break in while people not home and let the animals out. That was the first time I had petted one and their hair is so plush. What type of work are you doing now besides MTing?
Awaiting update of dog, Misha. Any news? Dx? Let us know! nm
nm
We lost our precious Misha today.
My precious 7-year-old Siberian husky, Misha, passed away this morning. I love her so much that I use her name as mine a lot on message boards like this. She was the first dog I ever had as an adult, all mine and my husband's.

She was born 7 years and 41 days ago, and we brought her home at 8 weeks. Her color was cream white with diamonds of light red in two spots; one on her shoulders and one on her tail. At nine weeks she saw her first snow, the biggest she would ever see, of 19 inches of heavenly cold, white snow. She was potty trainined in about 2 weeks. She attended puppy kindergarten and excelled. We were so proud! She was a very good puppy and had both her parents at home with her every day for the first four months of her life.

I was her dog walker and protector, and I remember that when I fell while walking her and dropped the leash, she would start to run for joy, until she saw me on the ground. Then she would return to me and sit on me, just a puppy of 6 months old. We lived in a townhouse with a great big kitchen that was great for puppy training, but as she got bigger, we wanted a fenced-in yard for her to explore. So we bought a house with a fenced-in yard for her. The first time we let her out there with the big oak and pine tree -shaded yard, you could see her happiness at being able to cavort off leash. So now we needed a playmate for her. We adopted another Siberian husky of the same age, but pure white, and named her Sasha. In the morning my husband would let them out about 5:00 a.m., and I would be awakened by the sound of them racing through the leaves around the back yard, wrestling and using play growls. Now my Sasha was very adventurous, and she taught Misha, my digger, to dig along the fence line so they could escape. So I would either notice they were missing or get a phone call telling me my dogs had visited some neighbor, who had gotten my number off a tag. One time when dear husband was searching for them, he found them playing in a yard with a family, the father allowing them to kiss his 2-year-old child, so gentle with children were they.

By 2 years old, we had conquered their efforts to dig out by using chicken wire, and we learned how much adventure they required to keep them content at home. They became model citizens. Some time between the ages of 3 and 4, my Misha's personality became more serious. She became less and less playful with Sasha, and more serious. I was unsure whether this was the normal personality of the more dominant dog,
or whether something might be wrong with her. She had foot problems, and the vet treated this with antibiotics and finally surgery. She had muscle pain, and pain medicine caused her to act more like a puppy again. I told this to the vet. I would mention her blood-shot eyes and face rubbing and the suspicion that she might have a headache. Vet just offered eye ointment and suggested Benadryl. I continued to bring her in for each small thing that came up, thinking it would provide a pattern if there were some autoimmune disease going on. I was now working outside the house, and whenever it was cool, Misha slept outside. I continued to provide the thickest of orthopedic beds and the best food in the hopes of keeping her healthy. She enjoyed the dog park, but didn't run with the other dogs often. She was overweight due to her appetite and my wanting to keep her happy and giving too many treats. Occasionally she would play with a huge rottweiler or mastiff, so I hoped this just meant that her behavior was all an act to show how dominant she was, and how beneath her it was for her to play with smaller, less dominant dogs. At home she would lie around looking depressed, but would always perk up when we decided to take them somewhere, so I thought she was just bored at home.

In September I came back home to work. I didn't see a big change, except that Misha was restless and couldn't decide where she wanted to be. Getting treats was very important to her, and her weight was now near 90. Then we went on vacation at the end of October. It was extremely hard for me to leave them behind, but my parents were paying for the trip and no pets were allowed. We boarded them. During the boarding, the downward spiral started with Misha biting Sasha and tearing her ear.

Once home we started seeing her spending hours pacing, circling, depressed and lethargic, yet anxious. When we'd take her to the vet, the stimulation seemed to pull her out of her funk, and she always appeared normal to vets. I felt very helpless because it seemed they didn't believe us or that we were somehow wrong. I worried about a brain tumor, so I read up on all the diseases that might cause her symptoms. According to her breeder, Misha's father had lupus (SLE), so I hoped that was it. Vet thought it was possible. He did lab testing and gave antibiotics and steroids. The steroids returned Misha to her 2-year-old personality, which was a joy, but also scary because a tumor would often respond that way, but so would lots of conditions.

At the end, I had to get ugly with the vets to get her seen at the vet school. When they saw her then, she was very symptomatic, and they were pretty sure she had a brain tumor. But they wanted to test. An MRI or CT were needed. Hard to get done at Christmas.

In the end she responded well to phenobarbital and had a good day on Christmas eve. Then today, Christmas morning, she had another seizure, and she stopped breathing. We had to let her go.

We are very sad. She was a very good dog. None better.

Mishawaka Shearer
Siberian husky
11/14/99 to 12/25/06
Thanks Misha for the website and the words of encouragement!
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My Misha had terrible foot trouble.
Not sure why she had infections going in her front feet, but she did. Finally had to have surgery on one of them. If you take the dog to the vet, the vet can put a better wrap on than you can. He can put a stiff sole in there and then wrap it with that semi-sticky splint wrap stuff. The soaking was good. We used epson salts or just soapy water. Definitely don't cut anything off. If it looks like part has turned whitish like it has no blood supply, then even that can be left in place as a temporary cover on the wound, the way you leave the cover on a blister, even if it breaks open. Eventually it will dry up and peel.

But I would probably have taken the dog in to the vet on Monday. In fact I did once for a cut pad; didn't know how old it was, but the vet was not worried about that one because it was only a couple of mm deep. There was no flap.

If you don't think a vet trip is necessary, they do sell booties with Velcro straps at pet stores. If you get the right size it might help you protect your bandage and keep it on longer. We did that with Misha. Maybe if you put extra stiffener in there and even glued in some bubble wrap or other cushion, maybe you could walk the dog sooner. You could use cushioning from people shoe inserts, maybe glue it to cardboard and tuck it inside the doggy booty. Course it would have to be a little bigger than the foot to accommodate all that.

Good luck.


My dog Misha ate my rose bushes to the ground.
I saw her gobble up a rose my neighbor had just cut and laid on the ground.

My dad has trouble with squirrels snipping blooms and live branches off his hydrangeas, so they could be the culprit. And rabbits are notorious for stuff like that. You could try tying a terrier out there to guard them when you are home during the day I suppose.
good post Misha!!! And to OP, know you're a better

My mother's floors you could eat off of back then - and we all were scared (terrified) of her.....my house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy...*S*  .....I think Misha's post said it all and by all means, she posted it for you to utilize when you decide to confront hubby on these issues....


Best of luck.....from an equalist who, when my ex did a white glove test, I got so mad, I handed him the dust cloth and product(s) and told him, if he wasn't happy to do it himself..........'nuff said....*lol*... and him being the passive-aggressive a** that he was - I ended up divorcing him after nearly 14 years and thinking I should have been sainted for staying THAT long....never regretted one minute away from that either........been nearly 16 yrs....


Misha and Furkids mom....Oh, for a pill to take to help lessen the pain!
I am on several golden and Sheltie email lists. Whenever one of our fuzzbutts are ill, or have already made their journey to the Bridge, we include poems, passages, or what have you to express our feelings. Here is one of my favorites: 

 

(Now, this might be too hard to read at this moment, if so, set it aside for another day. But, I promise you, someday you will get comfort from these words.)

 

 




THE JOURNEY


by Crystal Ward Kent


Copyright 1998 – All Rights Reserved



When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey — a journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also test your strength and courage.


If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.


Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life’s simple pleasures — jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joy of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.


If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information. Your pace may be slower — except when heading home to the food dish — but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field.


Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details — the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape; we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons brings ever-changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.


Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen (How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the flicker and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life’s most important details slip by.


You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie — with a cat in hot pursuit — all in the name of love.


Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.


You will learn the true measure of love — the steadfast, undying kind that says, “It doesn’t matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together.” Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race.


And you will learn humility. The look in my dog’s eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.


If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will not be just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be — the one they were proud to call beloved friend.


I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a path you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go. A pet’s time on earth is far too short — especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for awhile, and during those brief years they are generous enough to give us all of their love — every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left.


The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead — young and whole once more.


“Godspeed, good friend,” we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.