Goodbye To A Good Friend
Well folks, it's been a long time coming, but I've promised to her and to myself that I would honor Daisy, my folks' dog who passed away. I still miss her, so much. Sometimes I'll find a toy she used to play with and get misty-eyed, if not completely drenchy-eyed.
I remember when my folks first got her, about eight years ago. It was bulk day in my folks' neighborhood, and in front of one house was a huge mass of abandoned furniture, and sitting on one of the chairs was a little yellow puppy with pointy ears and a curly tail. Abandoned, like everything else there, and very happy to see my father, who had just unwittingly become a dog owner, the umpteenth time over.
Nobody was really sure what kind of dog she was going to grow up to be. She was kind of stocky, like a lot of puppies, and her markings and face suggested a German Shepherd, maybe, but instead of getting bigger, her legs got longer and more spindly and she turned into one of the most graceful dogs I've ever seen.
I've always sort of thought of her as sorta like if Gwen Stefani were a dog.
She was able to leap fences effortlessly and run really fast but she never jumped to freedom from out of the yard or ran away for very long---as far as I know---and she was always playful and happy to see you and quick to give you lots of kisses.
Staying with my folks again since I got back from Galveston...for about a week since I got back from my meeting in Boston, I started noticing that she wasn't really getting around that well...she wasn't barking at people who came to the door, and she didn't eat much. Then, the night came where she couldn't even get up or down the stairs anymore, so I had to carry her up and down so she could go outside to go to the bathroom. That was when it was decided, probably way too late, that she had to go to the vet.
Her diagnosis was leukemia, and on Wednesday, October 20th, she was put to sleep. My parents and I were asked if we wanted to come to the hospital and see her one last time before they did it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Daisy, wherever you are, I hope you're out of pain.
And I hope you understand.
Goodbye.
I remember when my folks first got her, about eight years ago. It was bulk day in my folks' neighborhood, and in front of one house was a huge mass of abandoned furniture, and sitting on one of the chairs was a little yellow puppy with pointy ears and a curly tail. Abandoned, like everything else there, and very happy to see my father, who had just unwittingly become a dog owner, the umpteenth time over.
Nobody was really sure what kind of dog she was going to grow up to be. She was kind of stocky, like a lot of puppies, and her markings and face suggested a German Shepherd, maybe, but instead of getting bigger, her legs got longer and more spindly and she turned into one of the most graceful dogs I've ever seen.
I've always sort of thought of her as sorta like if Gwen Stefani were a dog.
She was able to leap fences effortlessly and run really fast but she never jumped to freedom from out of the yard or ran away for very long---as far as I know---and she was always playful and happy to see you and quick to give you lots of kisses.
Staying with my folks again since I got back from Galveston...for about a week since I got back from my meeting in Boston, I started noticing that she wasn't really getting around that well...she wasn't barking at people who came to the door, and she didn't eat much. Then, the night came where she couldn't even get up or down the stairs anymore, so I had to carry her up and down so she could go outside to go to the bathroom. That was when it was decided, probably way too late, that she had to go to the vet.
Her diagnosis was leukemia, and on Wednesday, October 20th, she was put to sleep. My parents and I were asked if we wanted to come to the hospital and see her one last time before they did it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Daisy, wherever you are, I hope you're out of pain.
And I hope you understand.
Goodbye.