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For the Love of Daisy

From adoption to amputation – Daisy's story

Daisy’s Arrival

Filed under: Uncategorized — Daisy at 9:07 pm on Tuesday, June 1, 2010  Tagged

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I wasn’t always Daisy’s momma. Nope. People are surprised, as our hair is very similar in color (joke, but really, I’ve had so many comments about that!). Daisy’s first mom had tried very hard to keep her, despite living in rental property that didn’t normally allow pets. But Daisy barks sometimes—not a lot, you understand, just enough to let us know that someone might be at the door—and eventually the landlord said “no more,” and that is how Daisy found herself lying on the hard floor of a tall cell at the local Animal Humane Society at ten years, three and a half months young. She knew this place, as she’d been there briefly a year and a half before when Mom and Dad first split up. Dad had said he’d take care of her, but instead he had brought her here. When Mom found out, she rescued Daisy right away. So Daisy lay there, sadly but patiently, waiting for her mom to come back for her again, not knowing that this time the mom she knew would not return.

Meanwhile, on August 11, 2008, I had euthanized my 17-year-old beagle, Molly, who had also come to us through the Animal Humane Society when she was 3. Molly had a sudden growth on her left forearm six months prior that the vet had removed. When it returned with a vengeance six months later and Molly stopped eating, we knew it was the end of her journey in this world. Before Molly passed, I assured her that soon she would be running freely and joyfully in a field of daisies, as I could see her doing just that in the crazy way she used to run with both front feet rather outward as she sped around the yard. My husband and I decided we would take some time off from canine responsibilities (we still had two cats and a bearded dragon lizard) and would think about adopting another dog the following summer, perhaps.

About two weeks after Molly passed, I found myself late at night looking at pictures of animals that were up for adoption at the AHS. Although I felt driven to do this, I didn’t really understand the urge, as we had agreed not to immediately adopt another dog. I told myself this was a natural reaction to losing Molly and that I was just window shopping with no intention to buy. One night I went to the local AHS website as usual and the long, sad face of a beautiful yellow lab looked out at me. My heart started racing, and I had a very visceral reaction to her picture, as if I knew her, as if she belonged with me. I read her brief bio and cried as I imagined her pain at being orphaned by the only family she had ever known. I decided to visit her the next day after my son got home from school; we’d go together.

The next day I called to get more details about this sweet girl, and that’s when I was told that the AHS was closing early that day for a meeting. I couldn’t wait for my son—I had to get there before they closed. As fate would have it, I was not working that day.

I went into a room and sat on a bench while they brought Daisy to me. She was super excited and super nervous as evidenced by her running from me to the door and back again to scoot under my knees, her body actually lifting my legs off the floor as she stood there trembling. She showed me all her tricks: come, sit, lay, and shake with each paw. “OK, can we go now?” she seemed to be saying. I hated to disappoint her, but I had to put her on a 24-hour hold while I discussed her with my husband, who didn’t even know I had been window shopping! (That’s another story.) As I was completing the paperwork for the hold, a man came in and stated that he was there to see Daisy. When he was told Daisy wasn’t available, he didn’t understand, and he tried to explain that he had called just a half hour before. Overhearing his confusion, I spoke up and revealed that I had gotten there first. Timing really is everything! The next day I returned, and this is how Daisy came to live with us exactly one month after Molly passed. I do believe that Molly, while enjoying her romp through the field of daisies, helped lead me to my special girl.


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10 Comments »

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   Carmen (Catie's Mom)

June 1, 2010 @ 9:19 pm   

Oh, that’s a lovely beginning of your journey with Daisy.

She’s absolutely lovely. How lucky you two found each other….

Carmen, Catie and Riley

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   admin

June 1, 2010 @ 10:18 pm   

What a beautiful way to kick off Daisy’s blog! (And the Daisy theme is perfect.) Sorry to hear about molly, but bless you for rescuing a senior dog.

Thank you for your Supporter blog subscription! We look forward to following Daisy’s three legged adventures.

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   cometdog

June 1, 2010 @ 11:09 pm   

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true!
I’m half crazy over the likes of you…

Your story made me break out in song! I love “Daisy” stories! And I love “Molly” stories, too.

I’m a rescue pooch myself! Hey, I was marked down to just $10 when my mommy found me! No one wanted a deformed, snippy little puppy but I was only snippy until the right mommy came along! She and I fell in love instantly and I let her pick me up! But enough about me! I can’t wait to hear about your stories!

– Cool Cat Comet

Okay, for all my fellow tripawders, I’m not turning a new leaf and being sweet and sappy so don’t get any ideas that I’ve lost my sass! Bahahahahahha!

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   lexi

June 1, 2010 @ 11:39 pm   

That’s so funny–I often sing the Daisy, Daisy song too! In my version, though, it’s “give me your answer do,” and Daisy’s nickname is therefore “Daisy-Do”.

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   etgayle

June 2, 2010 @ 7:18 am   

what a perfect story!! my story started out almost the exact same way (kind of)…with my ‘sister’ loosing her boy phil, and finding me…like we were lead to each other…wow…it’s so great when a plan comes together!!!! so excited to hear more, as the story continues!!

gayle

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   majorbubbatank

June 2, 2010 @ 3:28 pm   

No more long, sad faces for you! My mom adopted me from the shelter at 7 years old. We older dogs are pure love. I can’t wait to hear the rest of your story.

Major

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   Ginger

June 2, 2010 @ 8:33 pm   

It sounds like it was meant to be for you to find Daisy. I’m sure Molly is smilin’ down and happy that you are helping a cute little girl in need like Daisy. Let us know how she adjusts to her new home.

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   anyemery

June 2, 2010 @ 9:34 pm   

What a great story, Daisy! You are a beautiful girl, and we can’t wait to hear more stories about you!
Hugs,
Holly, Zuzu and Susan

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   lexi

June 2, 2010 @ 9:47 pm   

This happened back in Sept. 2008, and she has adjusted very well! She’s a mama’s girl for sure. 🙂

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   jakesmom

June 5, 2010 @ 8:51 am   

That’s a beautiful story of how Daisy found her forever home!!! Looking forward to reading more stories (and seeing more pictures) of her.

Angel Jake’s Mom

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