Sunday Night

Daisy was 6 years old and this happened so unexpected and so fast. From emergency surgery at midnight on Sunday, then an hour later learning you had cancer and within a week... We thought we had much more time for you to be with us, a part of our family.

Sunday Morning, one week later

I know that she's not sad about dying.

Someone once said we will know that she is coming close to point where she will stop being a dog, and instead, be part of everything - she'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in us, wherever we go. We know that we will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of our love for her, in the last moments. It will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life.

With Calvin near, and with the tenderness of our neighbor veterinarian, I held her in my arms in one of her favorite places in the backyard, massaging her head, whispering how much she means to us – how much we love her, escorting her out, helping her be comfortable, loved and comforted, and safe, and important.

Our Daisy is gone, yet we are so enriched from the gifts she gave us, and happy for the joy she gave to everyone who met her. You could not be sad when Daisy was around, she would not let you...

Our little sweetie girl, Daisy.