We said goodbye to sweet Daisy yesterday. Frank’s wish that she would someday learn to talk was granted in a way. She let us know that it was time to let her go.
Biopsy indicated probable cancer. Prognosis, even with treatment, was grim. Symptoms, briefly abated by drugs, reverted back with prior intensity. She sought her bed when couches became too high to climb.
Our Princess in a Yellow Lab Suit enriched our lives for ten years. When the pain lessens, there will be a wealth of funny stories that will keep her memory alive for years to come. But for now, let me simply say that she was loved.