My Best Friend Daisy
by Rich
(Punta Gorda FL)
We rescued my best friend Daisy, a tan and white boxer, when she was a year and a half old. She was there when I came home from work, with her little nubby tail wagging. She would lay on my lap
watching tv.
She went with me when I moved to Florida and would ride in the passenger side of my TR6, with the top down.
She loved my wife, kids and grandkids. She was the same Daisy when I went to work. My wife found her barely breathing, and rushed her to the vet where she died.
That was yesterday. I have not stopped crying, since she was only seven years old. I miss her so much. I have not told the kids yet as I am still working on what to say.
My best friend Daisy will be in my heart forever. I hope that when I die she will be there waiting for me with that little nubby tail wagging.
It's time to finally write this. I haven't been able to really accept that he's gone, and it's been four years. I feel so guilty because I didn't do his
I rescued you when you were a senior, 12 years old. Over the last 5 years you've enriched my life with your unconditional love, your strength, your determination
You were only four weeks old when you came to live with me. We shared every single day and every single night for 15 years. You went shopping with me,
