Today, we had to let poor Daisy go. It is such a sad day when you lose a faithful friend and part of your family. Daisy was around when both my parents were alive, so it is even more meaningful to me that she is now gone too. It was actually my mother who first found her for sale, and met her, before I got to meet her. She was a puppy mill dog that ended up in the hands of a single mother and child that realized they could not take on a puppy. They had named her Stella Rose, but I didn’t feel I could yell out in the backyard, “Stella, Stella!”, so we renamed her Daisy, which suit her just fine! Daisy was a sweet dog, and always hungry! She was really smart and I swear could tell time, especially at meal time! Given her advanced age, I was worried that she wasn’t going to make the trip to Florida, but she adapted like a trooper. She was nearly blind by the time we moved, so she just had to learn the lay of the new house a bit, before she took to her new home like trooper! She gave Mike and I, so much love, and has taken a piece of our heart away with her.
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