Today my family decided, after a health-related episode with the dog in the morning, that it was time to face what we had been putting off for so long: it was time to end Daisie’s suffering. I didn’t think I’d be so upset about it, maybe because I just didn’t want to face the inevitable, but today 0was a pretty rough day, all day.I got Daisie when she was an adorable little puppy when I was about 13 years old. From the very beginning she was an amazing dog. Smart, loyal, sweet. All the good things a dog should be. I taught her how to sit and stay, to shake with her paw, and even how to catch a treat after I set it on her nose. She’d always greet you at the door with her tail wagging, rest her cute head against you when you would pet her, would play fetch with you until her legs gave out.
Over the last few years, and increasingly over the last few months, Daisie stopped being able to see or hear well, would have trouble walking, and grew a few lumps and bumps all over. But she would always, always, always greet you at the door with her tail wagging, no matter how long it would take her to make her way over to you. I’ll really miss that.
I’d never known how difficult it is to have to say goodbye to a beloved pet. She really was a big part of our family. But now, after 14 years of sweet tail wagging and being such a blessing to us, Daisie May is at peace.
I imagine she’s playing fetch right now, and loving every minute.