Technically, she passed away on the 21st, but it was a Tuesday, the day after MLK day. Two years ago. It still haunts me to this day. I still can't explain what happened or how. What I believe though, was her passing away was a result of a dispute between my (now) ex boyfriend and I. I was not with her when she went to the bridge. I never got to say goodbye. Things are ok now, and I am safe, but the guilt still eats me up inside sometimes. Grief does that to you, I suppose. That's truthfully all I can say on that matter.
And I realized I never would have met and saved Lucky. I truly believe Daisy (and Louie) had a part in sending him to me. He really needed somebody strong.
Today isn't about being sad though, it's about remembering Daisy for who she was. I went to our local animal rescue shelter in town that is being rebuilt. They will put a brick on the pathway with her name on it. That means every dog that ever gets adopted will walk past her spirit on their way to a new life.
To my heart dog. I love you so very much, you have no idea. I bet your job on the "i-dog welcoming committee" is to show everybody where the best mud holes are to roll in and get filthy. Because at the bridge, nobody cares!!!
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she was such a tomboy! What mud!
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Thanks for listening, guys.