2/8/19 "Daisy My sweet girl".... I would say that to her everyday when I would go out to check on her each morning. She would be laying in her nest of straw, snow coat on, under the heat lamp. Her hearing wasnt the greatest and sometimes she didnt know I was there until I patted her. Her vision wasnt the best either, she had some eye problems in the past that probably contributed. She had been having seizures since summer. They were often small and occurred every few minutes to every few seconds. The bad ones only happened a few times and those were hard to watch. She has gone down hill this fall and winter having harder time getting around. She got to where she couldnt control her bladder and at then end just couldn't get her hind end off the ground. She was so sweet wagging her tail and seemed so happy even to the end. She was my sweet girl. She was my dog. That was evident through the years. Nobody else seemed to be as attached, they all had other pets.
The timing could not have been worse. We were leaving to Minnesota for my Aunt Rose's funeral and the next day my Aunt Alice died. It was so much at one time. I had no choice. The vet came out and I held Daisy's head in my lap. I petted her head and talked to her. I told her over and over she was my sweet girl as tears rolled off my nose.
One of the ladies that comes out to our house to use our arena posted on facebook that she will miss Daisy, she was like the welcoming committee each time she pulled into our driveway. That pretty much summed her up, affectionately greeting everyone. It made me think of Rose and Alice. Rose was in heaven, then Daisy arrived greeting Rose, then Alice joined them and she would look down as Daisy nudged her hand and would say, "Why Daisy I didn't know you were here too!" She was the greeting committee.
We got Daisy as a puppy when Jake was just a toddler. She would be 13 this spring. That is old for a Golden, 11 even is the lifespan of a Golden. She was a great pet and a grandma dog to Tuff and Rosco. She taught them manners, bite inhibition, not to chase cars, stay home, and to be nice to cats. She was a great teacher and grandma. She took a lot of ear tugging and play from those two dogs. She also taught them to greet people and love everybody, even if they did not follow her example.
Daisy was a dog that was always by your side and would do anything for affection. She loved attention and praise, she craved it. She was a rather sad dog when she was outside or when you left home. She would savor the few minutes she got on some days and cherished the days when she got a lot of attention. She loved everyone and anyone that came to our home, mail carrier, trash man, neighbor, stranger, and everyone loved her. They always petted her and many brought treats. She would greet people with a wagging tail and nudge them with her nose or maybe bring a toy or stick. She really didnt want to retrieve or have you take her treat. She just wanted the pat.
She loved everyone, but she truly was my dog. She was the happiest dog when she got to go somewhere, which was very seldom. If you loaded her in a car she was beyond excited. She went to the park a handful of times and was in 4H one year. She felt like a queen during the obedience classes getting groomed, bathed, and being shown. She also loved a good bike ride. If she saw you heading near your bike, she was wagging her tail and anxiously waiting at the door for the bike to roll out and down the road. She was quite a dog and she was very obedient. I loved that sweet dog. Dogs leave footprints on your heart. Glad for her companionship over these 12 1/2 years.
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