The time has come... to say good-bye

It's time. It's been a long process for her and for us. But, there's no denying that it is time.





I wish I could describe what Daisy has meant to our family. But words fail for such a good and devoted friend.

We got her not long after we got married and moved into our first house 12 years ago. M picked her out at a shelter. She was the runt of the litter and her litter-mates had been chewing on her tail. There was not much fur left on it at all. It took a while to grow back in.

I have always loved the way she was a big dog that could look menacing if she was provoked, but was just as sweet and gentle as could be with us, those she loved and who loved her. She has been, many times, what has kept me feeling safe when M is out of town on business.





She has had a good life and a fairly long life for a dog her size. Recently she'd have a few good days followed by more bad days of not eating. The bad days just seemed to get worse each time with fewer good days inbetween. It's been hard to see her in such shape, but we just kept hoping that the good days would help her turn a corner. That she would get better. But they never did and she just continued to go down-hill.


I know this. I know, in my mind that it is time. I just wish my heart could catch up to my mind on this one.


We will miss you sweet Daisy-girl. Daisy-dawg. Crazy-Daisy. Lazy-Daisy.