This is Daisy. My mom and dad’s dog. Today she was having bad seizures and the vet euthanized her. I took this picture a few weeks ago. She could hardly hear or see these past few weeks, it was a wonder she continued to greet me when I came in the door.
Daisy had been part of the family for, I think, fifteen years. When she was a pup, she was found at Fick’s, the store up the road from my mom and dad’s house. The store was keeping her in a pen until someone adopted her.
My mom decided she wanted Daisy. She went to the store, but a lady had gotten there before her and they were trying to get Daisy in her car. So, my mom left without saying anything.
Later, my mom went back to the store and Daisy was still there. Turns out they were unable to get Daisy to stay in the lady’s car and the lady had given up. When they put Daisy in my mom’s car, Daisy jumped into the passenger seat and sat there.
It’s going to be strange when I’m not greeted by Daisy next time I’m at Mom and Dad’s house.
