Daisy was my angel. She came to me at a time when I had lost my poodle pup Rocco only 1 month prior. She filled my heart the moment I saw her. I purchased her from a nasty pet shop when she was just a pup. I was told by the owner nobody wanted her because she was not agressive. I could not believe what I was hearing she was only 10 weeks old! Daisy & I had a very special relationship she was with me wherever I went. Daisy would sit and listen to all my troubles any really pay attention, you could see sympathy in her eyes whenever I was sad or unhappy. Daisy was my true Joy in life. In 2004 she was diagnosed with lymphoma. She endured chemo treatments and bouts of intestinal problems from the meds but she pressed on. I know she wanted more time with me. I was in a funk... not knowing why this was happening to her and I felt like I had no purpose in life. Daisy gave me that purpose. Daisy's taste buds were not the same after chemo. She had never stolen anything her whole life but she began to steal sweets. I created a recipe for K-9 kandy for her and had it approved by my vet. This worked out well because in order to continue chemo she had to keep her weight on. After the kandies she wanted savory things. I made her cookies & muffins & pies. Daisy continued to thrive. She was given about 1 year to live with the chemo. She lived 2 years and 4 months. I am gratful for every minute I had with her. She was my girly girl and I loved her with all my heart. On the day she crossed the Rainbow Bridge I saw her failing and I took her for the hour ride to the vet. Knowing she was in pain I took her on her favorite route to get there. A few days prior to her getting sicker I was playing with my rottie mix and my mastiff mix ( both mixed with pitt) while playing someones tooth got stick in my watch band and went into my wrist ( I could see the bone) I doctored myself up, I could not stand for anyone to place blame on my dogs for the fun time we were having. My hand was swollen to my fingers and I did have pain. When Daisy was given a sedative at the vets prior to her final injection, she looked up at me as if to say it was ok & time for her to go , She gently kissed my cheek and then the wound on my hand. With that kiss the pain vanished. The next morning the swelling was gone. In her final moments on earth she gave me the greatest gift of love. I will love her forever. I have made my recipes into a thriving business to honor my angel. I have gotten a tattoo of a paw print with angel wings , Daisy is still with me where ever I go and she always will be .