When my sister and I were little, we wanted a puppy so bad. We had one Poodle, named Phoebe, but she was old and didn't like to play. People always told Hannah and I that if we wished on a dandelion, at some point our wish would come true. We wished on dandelions all the time, asking for a puppy. We started wishing on dandelions when we were probably four and six years old. When I was around seven or eight, my sister and I realized that our wishing had paid off- we would be getting a puppy.
My mom told us that we would be getting another Poodle, but this Poodle would have red fur. My sister and I were thrilled that our wishes had come true and we would finally get a puppy. Our brother, who was two, was terrified of the idea. He was afraid that the puppy would chew up his feet and would destroy his blanket. We just told him that if he didn't leave it laying around everything would be fine. The day that my mom and sister brought home the puppy, my brother and I scrambled to pick up our "valuables" so that the new puppy didn't chew them up when she came home.
When I laid eyes on my new puppy for the first time, I was so happy. She was perfect. She had the curliest red fur, and the most adorable face. We named her Daisy. My siblings and I constantly fought over holding her. We loved playing with her; We loved throwing her toy, but our favorite was dressing her in baby clothes. My mom always told us that the new would wear off of her, but for me, it never did. She was my baby, my Daisy.
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| We loved dressing Daisy in doll clothes- She seemed to enjoy it |
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| This is one of my all-time favorite pictures |
When our dog Phoebe died, I was upset and mad at the world. I didn't understand why dogs couldn't live as long as humans. I wanted Phoebe back. My mom said "It's okay, we still have Daisy." I was so happy that we still had a dog, but she wasn't the same as Phoebe. Awhile after Phoebe died, our kitten died. We just found him outside and figured that he was bitten by something in the woods. I didn't think it was fair that Mickey had to die before he hit a year old. We were all so sad. Again, my mother said "It's okay, we still have Daisy."
Daisy and I were always together. Whenever I came home from school, she would run as fast as she could to come greet me. If I stepped outside even for a minute, Daisy would be sure to greet me the second I opened the door to come back inside. She loved all of us, but Daisy had a special connection with Dad and I. Whenever my Dad came home from business trips, we would scream "DAD'S HOME!!!!!" and Daisy would go running straight to the door that led to the garage. She would also go running if someone screamed "BRYNN'S HOME!!!!!" Sometimes, we would scream "DAD'S HOME!!!" even when Daisy was sitting in my Dad's lap. She would still go running for the door.
In 2008, Daisy got sick and was diagnosed with Diabetes. I was terrified, because I knew that this would shorten her life span. Daisy had to eat special dog food, and she was given two insulin shots each day. Once the Diabetes was under control, she seemed to feel better. She seemed to be back to the happy dog that she was. Daisy had good and bad days, but she had more good days than bad. When she did have a bad day, she would be attached to me or Dad. When Daisy did have a bad day, I didn't leave her side.
When I was in Seventh Grade, I got very sick. The doctors didn't know what was wrong with me, and every test they ran came back clean. I was so frustrated that the doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. When I would lay on the couch sick, Daisy would appear out of nowhere, and she never left my side. I was unwell for over five years, and Daisy was by my side every second that I was sick. Sometimes, Daisy was the only thing that could make me feel better.
It was hard when my best friend started going downhill. She started developing cataracts and she was running into walls and falling down all the time. She eventually became blind. It was so hard to look into her eyes and see the white clouds.
A few days before Daisy died, I was very upset; I knew the end was coming. I laid on my bed feeling like dying, because I didn't know what I would do without her. Guess who cheered me up? Daisy. I was crying about her dying, and she was the one to cheer me up. That same day, Daisy walked over to her favorite toy, picked it up and dropped it in my lap. It was so obvious that she felt terrible and was in pain, but she brought me her toy anyway. I know that she was trying to reassure me or make me happy, but it was so hard. When I threw her toy, she had to stumble all over the place sniffing it out because she couldn't see. She played for ten minutes anyway. I know that she did it for me.
There is nothing harder than losing a family member. Daisy dying is one of the hardest things that I have had to go through. When I woke up this morning and realized that Daisy wasn't going to scratch and whine at my door, it really hit me. I really loved that dog. I just wish she was here to cheer me up like did the last time I was upset. I know that she can be happy now though, and that she is looking down on me in Puppy Dog Heaven. I love you Daisy, and I am going to miss you so much.
- Brynn
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