My Best Friend Daisy
(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
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.