We got Daisy when I was in ninth grade, and she was the cutest thing that I had ever seen. She was a teacup pomeranian puppy, literally a ball of fluff. As soon as I saw her, she had my heart. I carried her home in a shoebox lined with blankets and from that point on, we were inseperable.
My entire family was completely in love with her, I swear she had a personality like no dog I had ever met before. She was always happy, fiercely loyal, and the sweetest being that I have ever known.
I never used to understand why people got so attached to their dogs. I had seen people mourn the loss of a dog like it was a person, and while I was an animal lover and could see why someone would be sad, I never understood why a loss of a family pet could break a person's heart. I didn't understand until I got Daisy.
Then, in September of 2013, Daisy started to get really sick. She was throwing up all over, she wouldn't eat. She looked so sad all the time. It was so strange for her, because I don't think that she had ever really gotten sick before that. She was sick on and off for the next few months, but every time we would take her to the vet, she would get better. We honestly thought that she had an allergy to something we were feeding her, since she only really seemed to get sick when she ate certain foods. I was so worried about her, but every time she got better, it gave me a little bit of hope.
That is, until it got worse. Two days after Christmas, I was spending some time at my parent's house. I had found out that I had tonsilitus, and I was in trumendous pain. That night, Daisy started to get sick again, too. But, it seemed worse this time. She was still throwing up and wouldn't eat anything, but this time, she could barely stand up. She couldn't walk. My dad said that he would take her to the vet again in the morning, and I thought about her all night.
He took her to our local vet at about eleven the next morning, December 28. By noon, we had gotten a call. They recommended that we put her down. Apparently, Daisy had irregularly shaped kidneys, so small the the vet could barely see them on an xray. It was something that had been wrong with her for her entire life, and the vet was surprised that she hadn't gotten sick sooner. My dad and I drove to the clinic, and I held her while they put her down. I just looked into her eyes and told her I loved her while the light in them went out. I've never seen my dad cry like he did that day.
I think about my puppy every day, and I still have trouble walking past the pet aisle at the grocery store. I know I'll miss her forever, and I named my blog after her in her memory. I know it might sound stupid to some, because its not like she was a human. But to my family, she was. She was my best friend, and today would've been her fifth birthday.
Until next time,
Hayley
You are so freaking strong. I don't know if I could ever handle what you have done. Daisy was truly your family, you know? It's so upsetting and devastating; people who don't mourn the death of their pets as family members I will never understand. You just love them so much that letting go is just as hard if not harder than many of your family members. It must have been so painful watching her leave and I thought for a second I couldn't do it but then I thought that there is no way I'd want them to be alone. Daisy knew you loved her and I'm so sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteAww, thanks, Taylor :)
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