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Rip Daisy, June 26th, 2016, 2pm
Little lady, you came from a bad home. Your original owners, my biological aunt and uncle, wanted a guard dog and would hit and kick you. This caused you to be very nervous and anxious.
When you were 2, you came to live with my family.
You were nervous and skittish for the first 5 months, you were scared and wouldn’t trust anyone.
You soon realized you weren’t going to be hurt anymore.
Your personality soon began to shine through.
You made us laugh, cry, smile. You helped us in so many ways.
Then, 6 weeks ago, you got bitten by a snake. We thought you weren’t going to make it.
Little trooper! You made it! Vet bills were expensive, but you were worth it. You always were!
But then, June 26th, we woke up. We had breakfast, and you got some sausages snuck to you! Yum!
Dad went and was looking for some metal for something, and you knew something was up. His right hand gal, you were by his side. You spotted the snake first, and you grabbed it just before it could lunge at dad and the 3 year old child you were protective of. You grabbed it, and shook it, and ran off with it. We found it dead, and saw no wounds on you.
We assumed you were okay, you’ve killed many snakes before.
But then you fell down the stairs when I was walking past, and I knew.
I held you, and petted you. Mum called the vet. He was out of town. He wouldnt be back in for at least 30 minutes.
You were fading fast. You almost made it. We got you to the vet, but you stopped breathing, and your heart was slowing down. We uthenized you, got it over with. Stopped making you wait. We burried you in some sheets. We’re going to let it settle, then plant a flower over your grave.
You saved all of us. My dad and nephew from many snakes. Our birds from cats. Our mum when she fell down the stairs. My sister and brother when she started drugs. My other brother from a bad relationship. Me, from depression and suicidal tendencies. I owe you so much, and I’m sorry I broke our promise. Theres plenty of dogs born every year, but there’s never gonna be another you.
I love you, and I know you loved us. Saying goodbye hurts. Its been nearly 12 hours and I’ve been bawling on and off since they hopped out of the car with your body. Thank you, Daisy, the light of my life.
Oh Lilly… please stop eating my feet and pooping on the carpet.
Hoping to get these babies(** Is really want):
http://www.foopets.com/pet/12469434 ** (If I don’t get a Marley Lab to represent Daisy, this girl shall be her.)