|Daisy in July of 2009|
As I'm sure you can tell, Daisy was an adorable, unique dog. But to us, she was not just a dog - she was part of our family. In the summer of 2009, though, Daisy began not acting like her normal perky self. She was much slower than usual, and didn't get as excited about things. We didn't know what was going on, but something was definitely wrong. We took her to the vet, and an eight-pound cancerous tumor was found in her stomach. She died four days later.
I was out of the house when Daisy passed, but was called on the phone shortly after it happened and informed. When I got home, I walked into my kitchen to find my puppy lying dead in a cardboard box, now her casket. I knelt down beside her, stroked her cold body, and sobbed. My mom and sister, as well as my best friend, accompanied my dad out into the backyard where he dug a hole and lowered our Daisy into the ground. She was buried with her favorite blanket and her two favorite toys. I don't know if I've ever cried harder than I did during this process.
For two years now, my family has missed Daisy, but recalled our memories of her fondly and laughingly. We've still had our adorable cat - who is another story (maybe I'll write a post about her sometime!) - who has kept us company and kept us laughing. But, now that is has been two years, we've decided that we are ready for another adoption. In October, we will welcome Ginny, a red miniature dachshund puppy, into our family.
|Ginny is the little one on the left :)|
Although I miss my Daisy puppy, and no one will ever replace her, I am so happy about adopting Ginny. When my parents told me the news, tears came to my eyes! I can't wait for October to come - but until then, I love my new puppy already :)
Happy dog-loving, and happy writing!