A fond farewell to a loving dog

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As long as I live I will never understand how anyone can abuse an animal.

Daisy was my little dog, and what a dog she was. She always smiled, wagged her tail and loved her walks. She followed me everywhere I went — in the house or the yard. She would come home from Bark Avenue with bows in her hair and smelling good. She would strut around for everyone to see.

She was a rescue dog and we got her when she was four years old. She was the best little dog. She never growled or snapped, or dug in the yard or chewed anything up.

She was just a 30-pound sweetheart who made me laugh so many times — and she was smart.

She loved pound cake and Madeline cookies, and she could smell them the minute they came in the door from the grocery store, so she would immediately sit at attention.

What a goof ball she was at bedtime. She would jump up on the bed for her loves before she went to sleep. Then she would drag her blanket around, get it in pile and then lay down with a huge sigh.

I had Daisy for 10 years and when her time came and she came to sit at my feet, I knew what I had to do. It wasn’t easy, but I could do no less for her. After all she did for me.

I love you Daisy — rest in peace.

Patt Bales,
Madera

 

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