(portrait of our special girl by Olga Wagner)
On January 3rd at 7:42 a.m., our precious Daisy passed from this world. Her health deteriorated very quickly, but she hung on long enough for a few more licks of peanut butter, and for us to all have a chance to say one last I love you.
I don’t know that I’ll ever have the right words to describe what that sweet dog meant to our family. You can feel her absence everywhere in this house. There’s a quiet that wasn’t there before. You don’t hear her nails clickity-clacking across the wood floor to get a drink of water in the kitchen. You don’t hear her sad, manipulative whimper whenever you’re eating. You don’t hear her soft snores while she snoozes on the couch.
There have been so many times over the past couple of days where I’ve expected her to be there, and the reality that she won’t ever be again has been too much to handle. I want to scratch her behind the ears and lounge with her on the couch and feed her the crusts off sandwiches. And I wonder how I never appreciated those things enough when she was here.
I will miss that girl forever. I’ll miss how she’d just eat entire fortune cookies, fortune and all, if you didn’t break it and pull the paper out first. I’ll miss how she had to lick every single plate even if all you had was a sandwich, because it might have some flavor left on it. I’ll miss how fast she could bolt away after she stole food out of your hand. I’ll miss feeding her whipped cream straight out of the can. I’ll miss sharing my french fries with her. I’ll miss her wiggling around on her back on the floor (we called her a shark dog when she did it). I’ll miss calling her fatty and piggy and tubbo and Daisy Girl. I’ll miss how she’d sit on the couch like a princess until someone brought her a blanket so she could get comfortable. I’ll miss seeing her laying in the sun. I’ll miss seeing her interact with my mom, her most favorite human, constant companion, and probably soulmate.
I know I’ll miss her in a million little ways that I haven’t thought of yet.
She was the most special dog I’ve ever known, and I am so, so lucky I got to be a part of her life.
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