Daisy has been moping around a bit the past week, looking around for someone who's not there. That's because her aforementioned god-dad, Charles, has passed away.
In spite of all her neuroses, Daisy knows how to be a good friend. That's what she was to Charles, a brilliant, funny architect who bravely confronted the unrelenting progression of a brain tumor over the past 16 months. "Hey girl, how you doin'?" he'd call out to her, even after the effo
rt to excise the tumor had also removed much of his ability to communicate verbally.It's a special talent that many dogs have, to provide comfort and sometimes, a good laugh. Daisy liked to hang out under her godparents' dining room table, unseen but at the center of energy. People could rub their feet on her and she didn't mind. She'd always stick close to Charles, and would wander around looking for him if he was missing. She loved him as much as he loved her.
Fortunately, Daisy has no problem meeting new humans and rapidly winning their hearts. She would stride right into in-patient rehab and plop down on the floor. The nurses would all crowd around, telling us, "She's big!" It's a little warm in hospitals, but Daisy would usually stick it out. And there's nothing like the touch of soft fur against your hand when you're feeling down.
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Daisy, Maggie and Lisa have had a tragedy here too. My sister Rhona died on her birthday, January 14, of causes related to years of poor diet and high stress. She was just 55. We knew she was not healthy, but didn't realize she was so sick because she never complained. She had always been overweight, but other than that, had none of the habits that might have forced some kind of intervention, such as drinking or drugs. People don't realize how deadly food and overwork can be.
The Girls loved Rhona. When she came to visit, she always brought huge bags of toys. They would leap around her in happy circles, barking at the top of their lungs.
Rhona loved both The Girls, but Lisa was her special favorite. I am glad that I was allowed to bring her to the funeral. I don't know what The Girls understand, but they are sad. Whether it's because they feel my sadness, or if they know what's wrong, is anyone's guess.
Sad days for our dogs, and for us. Sorry for your loss.
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