About 14 years ago, just as Matt's family was preparing for Christmas in Cancun, Matt's dad brought home one of his most spontaneous purchases: an English Setter puppy named Daisy (or, as Matt would come to spell her name, Daizy, because she's from the "Streetz").
For nearly a decade and a half, she was a member of Matt's family. She was a faithful hunting companion, a playmate to four very lucky children, and the most loyal dog I've ever seen. She and Matt's dad were especially close; she would lie under his desk and wait for him whenever he left the house.
In recent months, the years started to take their toll on Daisy. Arthritis plagued her joints to the point that even going outside to use the bathroom was too painful. Yesterday morning, Matt's parents made the painful decision to let Daisy stop suffering. While one always knows intellectually when it's time to say good-bye, that awful day is never any easier.
We'll miss you, Daisy Doo! We'll always love you, and we'll never forget you.
1 comment:
She was a lovely lady. She is playing with Shoey and Rascal.
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