Daisy was one of the sweetest dogs.
I miss her already. There is profound
sense of loss when we lose our beloved pets.
They bring more enrichment to our lives than we realize. They are
faithful. They seem to listen, when you
need a listening ear. They know how to
gain your affection. We lost Biscuit two
years ago, and I still miss him. He was a loyal friend. Losing him was so hard,
but I still had Daisy to love on. Now
she’s gone. I’m gonna miss her so much.
I smile when I think of her following me around the house when I'd walk with baby Harrison. Where ever I went, she was right there with
me. She hated being left alone, and she
hated thunderstorms. But she knew she
was with people who loved her.
So, I guess the best thing is to remember the good things.
The joy they brought. And not feel sad
that they are gone, because this was inevitable.
They both lived a long time. Sixteen is old for a lab. They're not in pain anymore. They're not suffering. They are both at peace now. But dang it, I’m gonna miss them.
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