Yesterday we had to say goodbye to our little dog, Daisy.
We adopted Daisy and Skye about six years ago. They came to us as senior dogs and as a bonded pair, having lived with two other families before they reached our home. We don’t know much about their first home but we do know that their second owner passed away and so they came to live with us.
Daisy was generally a very sweet little thing. However, there were some situations that didn’t sit well with her and she would let people know as soon as a boundary was crossed: a vet who tried to give her an injection; another dog that tried to sniff her bottom; an unknown person who tried to pet her near the neck area. And anyone who groomed her. Oh she was very sassy and she commanded respect. Daisy’s barks, snarls and toothless snaps were her way of saying, “It’s MY BODY and I don’t give you permission to touch it!”
Daisy was deaf when she came to us but in the last year she also went blind. At the end of her life, she had other complex medical issues and she became very ill. We knew it was time to see her over the rainbow bridge — and that happened yesterday.
It was a privilege and an honour to care for her all these years and we will miss her more than I can say.