December 20, 2003 – December 26, 2011
Daisy would have turned nine years old yesterday. I brought her home as a six-week old puppy.
Our first day together
She was the first dog I ever had all by myself. She took advantage of my easy-going ways and was domineering, stubborn, utterly frustrating. She also was highly intelligent, extremely sensitive and greatly devoted to me. I think she would have given her life for me. Perhaps I am anthropomorphizing her, but one thing I know is that I was the one true love of her too-short life.
On a Wisconsin adventure, 2005.
I called Daisy by many different names. When she felt like it, she answered to any of them. Daisy Queen, Queenie, Baby Daze, Miss Puppy Girl, Sassy Brat. Her official name, when I registered her with the American Kennel Club, was Celayne’s Darlin’ Daisy. I never called her by that one. It was too long.
When I sat with her in our vet’s office almost a year ago, saying goodbye as she succumbed to hermangiosarcoma, I called her by all of her names, even her too-long official name.
My good girl, I miss you every single day.
With her best cat-friend, Isis. Isis mourned when Daisy died.
Oh what a sweet girl! I’m sure that you think about her each and every day. Perhaps she is still looking out for you.
Daisy was very fortunate to have a Mommy like you. I am sorry she is not with you any longer, It is so very sad!
Remember the wonderful times you had together.