"Adopting a dog may be the only opportunity a human ever has to choose a relative."
I remember when Daisy chose me. She was about the size of a guinea pig and she was running circles around me in this tiny visiting room. I was 27 and I had just started my first REAL job. I needed a companion and I really wanted a Westie. She stopped for just a second to jump up on my knee. During her brief pause, she also put her tiny teeth around my finger. Not biting me, but just hard enough for me to realize that she picked me. That was it. I returned to pick her up that evening and the rest is history.
Yesterday, my baby of 17 years ran over the Rainbow Bridge where her companions from years before were waiting for her. I always knew it would be hard to lose her. So hard, I knew, that I would deny it for a long time. Yesterday morning, though, I knew it. I pampered her all morning and held her until she took her last breath. I feel lucky that she died at home in my arms as opposed to being at the vet.
Daisy was many things. A diva, a princess, a business partner, a celebrity in her own right. She was my business logo and the recipient of gifts from all over.
|She only loved being outside if she was with me.|
|The portrait my dear friend painted of her.|
|Always by my side in the studio during the Lulu and Daisy years.|
|The fabulous coat Jill Rappaport sent her from her new doggie line.|
Daisy was a travelling pooch. She'd visited many places including Atlanta, Folly Beach, Holden Beach, and was rarely left at home. I'm going to miss her, but I am glad that she is no longer suffering the plights of old age.
Rest in Peace, my sweet Daisy.