Oh! But there was a reason we called her "Ding Dong Daisy," "the Kangaroo," and "LSDaisy." She was the ten-year-old puppy. Every moment a new discovery. Her big sister and teacher, HoneyBun, showed her the way. If HoneyBun peed or barked, Daisy did too.
Honey Bun (l) and Daisy Mae.
At times I thought my grief would overwhelm me. I felt conflicted and silly, because I knew that one day Chester, like all of us, would die. And I knew that I would probably have to make that decision because he was relentlessly tough, tenacious, willful, and most of all, my bodyguard and protector, and he'd never let me know the true extent of his physical pain. Having lasted fourteen years was miraculous in itself.
And now it has been three months with Daisy. She was sick and listless over the weekend and I realized just how much we needed each other. I know she will not be here for very long - she is ten, after all, but I'm not ready to lose her just yet. Update: she's back to her old self.