Never ever have I lived in a house without an animal, and quite honestly I probably never will. Since not being able to have children of my own, my animals have become my children. No, I’m not that overly crazy dog lady who dresses up her babies and has parties and play dates, but I’m still a dog mom.
In my first post I spoke about husband number two. Before we moved to NC we adopted a dog from the humane society, his name was Roscoe. Roscoe was a basset hound and the most stubborn dog I had ever met. Then we moved to NC and for whatever reason husband number one thought that dogs did not belong inside and that Roscoe had to be an outside dog. A year after we moved to NC I thought that Roscoe needed a playmate so we got Savannah, another Basset Hound. She was a sweetheart and I adored her. Not that we needed another dog, but I wanted an inside dog. Husband number two said the only way we could get an inside dog was if we got a Dachshund. He said this because he knew that I was not a fan of the breed. I guess I could be stubborn too because a month later I came home with Daisy. I named her Daisy Mae Sunshine and she was my girl. Total mamas girl she was. A year after we got Daisy, we got a FOURTH dog, and that was Rubi.
I’m not even sure why I wasn’t a fan of the breed but when I saw that sweet girl she pulled at my heart strings and I knew I had to have her. Husband number two was not very happy that I brought her home, he truly didn’t think that I would. What can I say? I’ve always been one to go after what I want and I can be truly stubborn at times.
At any rate, I say all of that to tell you the real reason I am writing this today. Shortly before my divorce Roscoe got cancer and shortly after the divorce Savannah had kidney failure. This left me with two dogs, Rubi and Daisy. Daisy was always the feisty one where Rubi is a lover. Daisy hated everyone and I couldn’t have anyone over the house because she would bark, growl, and just be a total bitch.
I remember when I invited Shane over for the first time. I warned him about Daisy and he still came over. Wouldn’t you know it, he stepped into the kitchen, said hello to Rubi and Daisy and they both just stopped barking. Daisy loved Shane ALMOST as much as she loved me!
Daisy was a trooper. She at one point had such low iron deficiency that the DR did not know how she was still living. She got a skin disorder that the DR could not even figure out what it was. She got an eye infection that would not get better. Through all of that, she fought and lived a long, 11 good years. The day that we had to put her down was one of the hardest days of my life. We were told that she had a brain tumor and to keep an eye on it. If she started having any odd behaviors to bring her in right away. Shane and I had been visiting his mom and dad and when we got home, just one look at Daisy and I knew something was wrong.
We rushed her to the ER vet and they confirmed that she had had a seizure. I could not find the words to tell them what needed to be done. Shane is a saint. He held my hand and told the Vet what I knew needed to be said but I just couldn’t. They let us have a moment with her before they came back to inject her. Shane and I sat with Daisy and spoke to her. When Shane whispered to Daisy “ I love you Daisy, and don’t you worry I will take good care of your mom”. I Fricking Lost it!
That damn dog…..Forever my baby girl
Flash forward to yesterday. Yesterday we were at the dog park with our two newest dogs, Cooper and Alli. I was just walking along watching the dogs and I hear Shane say “here we go” and I look to see a couple coming in with a puppy that looked just like Daisy. I told Shane I would be ok and that I wouldn’t get upset, and he said “I may, I miss Daisy and loved that dog”. 🙂 Then the tears started flowing.
Isn’t it funny how you get so attached to these four legged dogs. I get so aggravated when people say “it’s just a dog”. Those people have no idea, and have no heart.