Daisy

What in truth was only five years seemed like an eternity to me. This was all the time I was given to enjoy my beautiful Lhasa puppy. Daisy was given to me when I was ten hoping it would help me to overcome what had become a crippling form of depression. Although I am still not recovered from my depression or thought disorders, Daisy made the last five years bearable.

Many thought she was ugly and having straight hair that half way down her back turned curly she was an outcast, but I knew that feeling all too well and we bonded at once. She became my best and only friend. I did not even go to the bathroom without Daisy by my side. She became totally dependant on me, and I on her. When I would cry she would climb into my lap and lay her head on my chest untill I was feeling better. She shared my pillow with me every night and she would sleep with her body under the covers.

As if to prove there was not any difference between us.

When she contracted an infection of the bladder that was not able to be cured I was forced to make the hardest decision of my life and I had her euthanized. Many times I wish I could go back and change that decision, but I cannot and it is extremely difficult to cope with.

Many times I am sure she is there and it takes great effort to accept that she is not. I burried her in my yard and often times at night I sleep over her grave because it is the only way I can get to sleep. Although I know she is gone her memory will live on forever and there will never be another dog who will fill her place in my heart. Her warm unconditional love is something I have found in no other person or animal.

Daisy was special, one of God's greater creations. If nothing else I live for the day that I will see her again after death.

I'm comming Daisy...keep waiting for me.