We were blessed to have had this incredible teeny tiny dog in our lives for 5,761 days, which is 15 years, nine months, nine days, or 189 months, nine days. Looking at these numbers, the time seems so fleeting, and it is.
Daisy was trash to some woman in the Bateman’s Bay region … she was found wandering the streets of Batehaven at ten months of age with a freshly broken back leg. It took 5 days for someone to catch her and take her to a vet. The owner denied ownership and all responsibility. Thanks to one of the staff members, who is the sister of a good friend, we were asked if we’d like to adopt her. She came up for a weekend trial, and the rest, as they say, is history. She became our treasure and best friend to our dog Ruby at that time.
She’s been a huge part of our lives for most of the time Neal and I have been together (we met in 2003, and she arrived four years later), and her passing has left a huge hole in our hearts and lives.
I chose this photo as it is one of the last photos I took of our beautiful girl with my camera just last month, and it sums up her cheeky personality perfectly. The pouty lips about to backchat, the radar dish ears listening to all the sounds, the cheeky expression.
Even on Wednesday afternoon, she was up at the studio site singing the song of her people one last time. She took a turn for the worse that night, and I was up all night with her. It was time.
We thought on quite a few occasions over the past ten months that it was possibly her time when she was having a bad day. But then, the next day, she’d bounce back to her normal self. This time was different. It’s the hardest decision any dog parent has to make.
I’m so grateful we found each other, but I’m also so grateful we were able to gift her almost four years of living on a farm. She was born to run, and she absolutely loved the farm.
Before we purchased our farm, we asked the real estate if we could have a second inspection to bring our dogs up to explore the 46 acres and make sure they loved it as much as we did. All three of them lit up at that time when they arrived and were in doggy paradise, racing through the grasses and exploring all the new sights and smells.
Daisy was diagnosed with an enlarged heart in June 2020 and has been on some pretty hefty heart drugs and diuretics ever since. Our vet is in awe of how long Daisy survived after diagnosis. The diuretics sure take their toll on a little dog and along with normal ageing and arthritis, her little legs grew stiffer and weaker over the past year or so.
Despite all this, she still adored exploring the farm every day, multiple times a day, and even had a little gallop most days. If it wasn’t with us, she’d take herself out into the homestead gardens and potter about exploring every inch of the garden.
We took Harvey and Luna to the vet with us yesterday. The #3dogkateers
became two, and it was so important for us to have them there with Daisy for her final moments and transition.
The house is very quiet. Daisy was the “voice” of our home. She could be heard by farms kilometres away from us if the wind was blowing in the right direction.
Last night, Neal and I celebrated Daisy’s life by watching all the videos from the very beginning. Choosing a photo to post tonight was hard, as there are so many. She was our 16-year-old daughter, and we were so blessed to have known her.
If you have a senior dog in your family, and you don’t have beautiful photographic memories of them in print, I urge you to give me a call and make a booking
. Please don’t put it off. We never know what tomorrow will bring.