Sex: Female Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Pooch; Dubba; Daisy D
February 23rd 1992
attention; Mommy; car rides
Boogie; being on leash any time she was outdoors
Dolly (stuffed toy purchased at 2nd hand); snow
plowing through snow drifts
Poor Daisy had to live outside b/c her previous owners had a very allergic child. When winter got really cold, Daisy got sick and had to come inside, making the child sick enough to go to the hospital. Vet said that Daisy couldn't stay outside anymore, so they sadly put out an add to say she was free to a good home. My dad saw the add and went over immediately to see her. He was certain as soon as he saw her that she was the right dog for us.
Daisy was 5 when she came to live with us. Her other family said she didn't do cats, but she was fine with Missy. When Missy died, Daisy cried so much that my mom knew she needed another kitty. Unfortuately, Boogie loved to bother Daisy, and Daisy had no love for Boogie. Daisy died of old age May 7, 2001, at 14 years old.
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I still miss "my pooch", even though she wasn't just mine. Dad got Daisy because he simply couldn't tolerate a house without a dog any longer. Unfortunately, Daisy didn't read that memo, because she always favored Mom.
Daisy, you were, and still are, an awesome pooch. The only annoying thing I now remember is your hound bark, and oh how you loved to use it! I remember one day in particular when you used your hunting skills. It was the day when you thought you saw Missy run across the yard, just after she died. I know you thought it was her, because you barked your happy bark and managed to get out of my grasp as I put the leash on you. You leaped off the deck - I think you avoided using several steps - and off into the woods you went. We weren't sure if you'd come back, but you did, a couple hours later, looking more sad than you ever did. You stopped looking for Missy after that. Before then, you had been sighing a lot, sniffing out Missy's favorite places, and laying in her spots. We could see the tears in your eyes; it made us all very sad.
You loved Christmas as much as Boogie did, although you never developed a love for him. He'd go after his cat nip stocking, and you'd look for your stocking with a raw hide and a new dolly in it. I think, though, that you secretly liked Boogie's attention, even when he slapped you across the nose so hard we heard his claws click against your nose!
It was so much fun to watch you bound through the snow like a young pup again, tunneling through big drifts and just watching your tail stick out.
You (almost) always came when you were called. You loved attention, and you relished the fact that our family of 6 had 12 hands to use on you.
That last winter (your last Christmas was the year you got that doggie bed you loved so much) you didn't move as well as you used to, and we could tell that old age was creeping up on you, but "the end" came quickly, for which I am grateful. It only took a weekend for you to fail enough for us to make one last trip to the vet. You were determined to wait for Mom & Tony to come home from a youth camping trip so you could say goodbye.
Can you believe that since you've left, Daddy has died too, and now Tony, Becky and Lisa are all married and have babies of their own? I'm sure you'd be all over it. Mommy's moved to a new house and has another cat to love, which would NOT impress you one bit.
It's hard to believe its been over six years since you left, because you're still such a member of the family. Can you believe that I was actually looking for you as recently as Christmas? Tony is still counting the days until he can get a dog of his own. He had so much fun with you. Now all he has to do is convince his wife that now is the time to have a dog! She'd much rather have a cat.
Thank you for sharing your life with us. We all miss you so!
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