Misha again I wouldn't know Misha was already gone if I hadn't asked my mother. My mother started her long story and tried to explain. Let me make it short. Once the door was open Misha rushed out for couple of hours. Nobody could find her. My neighbor saw her staggering across a road and called my parents. My father took her home. The next day, in the morning when my mother went downstairs she noticed the floor was all over her vomit and she laid quiet. My mother believed Misha ate something outside and got poisoned. I felt so angry and sad. There is already a special bond between Misha and me although she only became a member of our family for less a month. I wish I could hug and cuddle her again but I can only keep her in my memory.