Yesterday morning my sister put her dog to sleep. A beautiful 13 1/2 year old German Shepherd named Misha. It was time – but that never makes it any easier.

Misha was possibly the last of a long-line of German Shepherds in our family – two generations worth. The first was “Valiant Lady” who came into our family when I was about two years old. And we have been in love with this breed ever since, particularly my mother. Continue reading


