Myst's full name was Mystery. We named her so because we never found out about her background. We adopted her from the Akita Rescue Society, which had found her on the street in a city 10 miles north of us. For six years, Myst lived with us, bringing us and other young friends lots of joy, comfort, stability and protection.
She was sweet and affectionate, with a face that was more like a bear than a wolf, and a tail that curled in a circle, swagging royally as she walked around. She was very intelligent and faithful. She knew the schedule of each individual member by heart, and when my husband was hospitalized for his liver transplant, she laid in the entry way for days, facing the door, waiting for his return.
Her quiet and slow demeanor fools many people and animals. She could dash and jump in a split second, chasing cats, squirrels and roosters! Her most favorite food, though, was baked goods, which was plentiful on our street as we had a bakery at the street corner.
She was a stately and stoic courageous dog. Not a whimper came from her, even though we knew she was in pain.
We are going to miss her terribly, a canine family member who has provided companionship and protection to our family and our young friends throughout the years.
