Have you ever been unconditionally loved? Forgiven and the misdeed forgotten within seconds? Has anyone ever greeted you with absolute joy every time you came home? I have. Daisy was a good friend. A good dog.
Needed a helping hand? She was there.
I wrote about sweet Daisy here. As time went on, I hated to leave her when we went away for many days at a time. Luckily for us, we have some responsible, caring, dog-loving teenage boys that will take care of the pets while we’re gone.
It’s hard deciding when the time has come that your beloved pet is not living a fruitful life. I didn’t intend to put her down when I went to the vet. It was obvious with her weight loss that she was not as healthy as she once was, but she still had a joyful spirit about her. If you asked her if she wanted to go for a walk she would immediately get up and go to the door with her tail wagging. She would nudge me as I put my shoes on letting me know she was ready. After dinner, Daisy would stand right in your way as you were cleaning the dishes. She loved the last piece of bread. Until just a few weeks ago, she was still jumping for a treat (maybe not actually getting air, but it was jumping for her) and doing a happy jog from the mailbox in the morning.
When Adam got ready to leave for college, he knew he wouldn’t be home until Thanksgiving. I remember him kneeling down and whispering into Daisy’s ear to stick around until he got home again. She did. She was there when he came home.
But then I had to be out of town for a few days. Superman was concerned because Daisy refused to eat and she just didn’t want to get up. When I returned, I tried some wet food to see if she would like that better. She did. But vomited it all back up in about three rooms. Poor baby. So I took her in. I was by myself. It was heart wrenching. The doctor was crying, the nurse was crying and I was a wreck. I know I did the right thing, but it hurts so bad.
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