May 18th 2008 2:34 am
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Hello dearest Daisy,
It's a whole year since Emily wrote to you in your diary, a year to the day, and so much has happened here that it's almost impossible to believe it. You and Emily are now reunited at the Rainbow Bridge, and the only comfort I can draw from all the losses is that you, Phoebe and Emily - who were always such a devoted trio - are now together again. I'm sure you still boss them around when you're with them. I can't imagine you being anything other than Top Dog!
Oh how I miss you, dearest Daisy Dog. Your warm head resting on my knee, the way you used to rock back and forth 'talking' to me when you wanted something, or were excited because I'd come back from shopping, the way you would race around the enclosed field at Queen Elizabeth Park even when your heart wasn't good. You were so happy, and so loved. You were my friend and companion through such hard times, and I wish you were here now, sitting beside me, but I know you're much fitter and having a wonderful time so that's just selfish of me.
I'm sure you're having a good laugh watching the antics of Amber and Poppy. Amber, who was very young for her age when we got her, has had to take over the Top Dog spot now that we have Poppy, but Poppy has other ideas about that, and if you could send Amber a little bit of your ability to cuff the young pretenders around the ears, and growl at them when they bothered you, or chewed your ears, I'd be very grateful!
Daddy's health has got much worse lately, and he finds it difficult to cope with Amber and Poppy, as they're always under is (and my!) feet. He and I often talk about you, Phoebe and Em, and we know that you're watching over us and giving us strength too. Poppy is very funny, and she has a boyfriend, Oliver, who is even bigger and more energetic than she is. I dread to think what their fur babies would be like if they ever got married, but luckily Oliver has been 'done', so no fear of that even if Poppy swam across the Big Pond to get at him. Amber probably wishes that she would! Amber is just a ray of sunshine, a golden, bouncy girl who loves everyone and everything. She's very loving, and enjoys being groomed, unlike Poppy who is the worst pup in the world for that!
Alex still misses you every time he comes home from London. 'Good old Daisy Dog' he says fondly. You used to talk to him for at least five minutes whenever he returned home!
So, we go on Daisy, and today - as I've got flu and shingles and am missing you more than ever - I just wanted you to know how much you're still loved, how everyone remembers you, and how thankful we are that you were once a part of our lives here, and to say that you are still a part of our lives because you and Phoebe and sweet Em are always in our thoughts. You were given a beautiful star today, and that is absolutely perfect because that's what you were while you were here, a true star.
With all my love to you dearest Daisy Dog, and please keep watching over us.
May 18th 2007 4:04 am
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Dearest Daisy Dog,
I hope you don’t mind me using your diary to talk to you today, but Mummy thought it would be nice if I had a chance to chat to you, as it’s one whole year from today since you left us to go to the Rainbow Bridge. I miss you so much, Daisy, and so does everyone in the family. Sometimes Mummy cries for you, because you were always there for her, and sometimes I whimper because I don’t like being on my own very much at night, but we both know that you are now happy, and free of pain, and that you have dear little Phoebe to keep you company.
I have been trying to catch birds, like you used to do, but I still can’t manage it. I almost catch the big, fat wood pigeon that comes into the garden every day, but at the last minute he flies off. I can’t do the ‘pounce’ that you used to do. Mummy doesn’t want me to catch birds, but I want to be more like you! I’m better at fishing in the pond than you were though, because I’m very nimble!
I miss having you to cuddle up to when I lie down, and Mummy misses the way you used to ‘talk’ to her. You were the only talking Cavalier she has ever had! I’m not as brave as you were, but I am Mummy’s shadow now, just as you were, and she says that she couldn’t live without me and that’s nice.
Mr Guardian has been very sick this past year, Daisy. He has to see the human vets all the time, and he hates it as much as I hate seeing our vet. The doggie vet still remembers you, and talks to Mummy about you when she takes me for my injections. He says you were a ‘real character’. I think I’m real too. I hope I am. I feel real when he does my anal glands!
Master Guardian now has a more responsible job, but he comes home a lot and is still funny and loving. He is my Prince Charming! He talks about you to Mummy, and says ‘do you remember when Daisy used to…’ I like it when they do that, because it shows that you’re still part of the family, and you always will be. Mummy has asked me to say that in her heart you are with her every day. She says always remember that, as you play at the Rainbow Bridge. We all send you our love, and know that you are watching over us all the time.
With all our love, dearest Daisy Dog. As Mummy says ‘Never Replaced and Never Forgotten.’
Give Phoebe a lick from me, and know that although I may not get it right all the time, I am really trying hard to be like you, despite Mummy saying that I shouldn’t because I’m me, and you were you, and every dog is loved in a different and very special way.
April 25th 2006 11:08 am
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It's been warmer today, so I'm slowly coming out of my 'hibernation' mode. I seem to sleep a lot these days. I think I used up too much energy when I was younger. I've tried to warn young Emily, but she won't listen, just dashes off to get up to mischief once more. Phoebe doesn't need warning; she's the best example of energy conservation you will ever find on this planet.
What I really want to write about in my diary today is my state of mind. I'm on these new pills you see, and they're doing me a lot of good. I don't have funny 'turns' any more, and I don't keep coughing. However, my brain isn't as quick as it once was, I'll admit that, but on the other hand it isn't as bad as my Guardians imagine. When they call my name, or tell me to do something that I don't want to do - like go up the garden when it's raining - I pretend not to understand them. I wander off in the opposite direction or, if they block my way, I roll over on my back and wriggle around like an overgrown puppy. Since I'm quite a big Cavalier, this makes it virtually impossible for my Guardian - who has arthritis, just like me - to pick me up and move me. Interestingly, the more I do this, the more excuses the Guardians make for me. 'Poor old Daisy, she's deaf as a post,' is one of their regular comments. 'Daisy, you're daft as a brush' is another one, a strange one too, because how can a brush be daft? Nasty, yes; I don't like the grooming brush much, but it's not daft. Anyway, I'm feeling quite pleased with myself because these days I do pretty much as I like, and the truth is that I'm neither deaf nor daft. I'm actually very, very crafty!