Thank you all so much for the kind words and personal stories. This isn't easy for me at all.
I got the word on Friday while I was on vacation that Daisy did in fact have cancer, and worse than originally suspected. I went to the Poconos for Thanksgiving and a couple of days of hunting, and left Daisy with a pet sitter. I just got back into town at 1am, and was up most of the night with her. She didn't run to the door to greet me like she always has in the past, and that was just the first clue of several through the night that she was very, very sick.
I know that phone calls were expected, but please understand that I'm really not in any condition to speak on the phone. It broke my heart to have to do it, but today, after spending a couple of hours with Daisy at waters edge at a beautiful park here, I had Daisy put to sleep. She went out of this world in my arms, the same way that she came in. Daisy would be 6 years old in 2 weeks. She couldn't go on any longer the way she was. She wasn't happy, and as hard as she tried to keep her playful spirit, the cancer kept taking it from her. As much as I wanted to keep her longer, it was apparent while at the park that it wasn't going to happen.
I was there when Daisy was born, but at that time I didn't want a dog. I took Daisy out of the goodness of my heart. It was apparent right away that Daisy was going to need special care, and I was not satisfied at all with the prospective owners that were coming to look at the puppies. There were 9 in all.
I took Daisy, and my roomate, the owner of Daisy's mom, took Daisy's brother, the only ones left.
Daisy has always been a challenge, but she immediately took my heart as she does with just about everyone that meets her. She became a MAJOR part of my life very quickly, with many decisions having to account for her. I don't know how my life would be different if I didn't have her. I can't believe that it would have been better though. She's been my best buddy and a huge part of my family for the better part of 6 years and has been everywhere with me.
I have many memories of her, from my first days of house training her and waking up from the sound of her big paws pounding on the carpet next to my bed only to see that she had chewed through the wires of my electric blanket and was chasing the pretty blue spark back and forth, to the more recently made memories of her chasing those confounding seagulls off of the boardwalk and even today, of just peacefully sitting and watching those seagulls at waters edge.
It was hard actually taking her to the vet and then walking her into the room, but it was almost comforting to see her sleeping in peace. It's been over a month since she has slept comfortably. Finally she can, and she is at peace and not in pain or any discomfort at all, which is something that she has had to endure her entire life in one form or another.
Thanks again all, and I'm very sorry to have to bring you news like this. I was wishing all day that I'd see something different in her but it just didn't happen.
If you have a pet, give'em a hug. They deserve it.
PT