" Daisy "
July 1984 --- Oct. 1996
English Bulldog
From the day my husband and I picked her up
from the breeder it was easy to see that Daisy was very special.
We named her Daisy because of her brindle coloring and the
beige/brown which so closely resembled the center of a daisy.
She rode on my lap for the 50 mile ride home.
Once there she slowly investigated the entire house and
yard and was quick to make it her own.
Anyone who has owned a bulldog will relate easily when I
say that Daisy was one of the most stubborn and bullheaded
creatures I've ever known. She was extremely intelligent but only
displayed that intelligence for the things she wanted to do.
Housebreaking and obedience training took extreme patience
and before we were through she had demoshed a Christmas tree
and the gifts a multitude of shoes socks shirts remote control,
and various other items and a cost us a great deal of money
that we finally decided to invest in a professional trainer.
After the first year of torment we enjoyed 11 years with a
wonderful friend and protector. Daisy was devoted to who ever
the youngest person in the house was at any given time.
When we had visitors with small children she insisted on
sleeping with or by the youngest.
When it was just our family at home she slept with my daughter.
After the children left home she moved in with me.
Daisy had great patience with children and would allow them
to roll on her or lay on top of her for hours with no complaint.
She never fetched never cared about learning specific
behaviors that other breeds enjoy.
If we threw a frisbee she watched it fly off and then would waddle to
a shady spot and plunk down with a very audible "HARUMPH".
Her digestive system worked so well that she could clear a
room of all living creatures within seconds.
I blamed my husband for the obnoxious order,
and he always blamed Daisy.
For a bulldog 11 years is a fairly long life. They are prone to
many physical ailments and Daisy certainly had her share.
We suffered and cared for her through unexpected puppies,
breast cancer inflamed cysts eye and ear infections and several tumors.
She survived them all with good medical care that we were
fortunate enough to be able to afford and a lot of love from her mom
and dad. It was only after she turned 10 that we noticed she
was having difficulty walking. It was a progressive bladder infection
and eventually almost incapacitated her. She would show such
embarrassment when she had an accident on the floor,
and her hind quarters caused her so much pain we almost
had to carry her out to the yard.
After several weeks of hope talks with the vet talking among
ourselves and a river of tears we decided it was time.
Poor Daisy was suffering too much and there was nothing we
could do this time to make it better. It was done at our home.
The people she had loved and lived with were all there
gathered around and petting her.
The vet gave the injection and Daisy slipped into sleep.
We all cried.
I carried her on my lap one last time to the Humane Society
where she was cremated.
She still "lives" in my bedroom in an urn on the shelf.
We have since brought another friend into our home who we love
very dearly and who has become a protector to our children
and now our grandchildren.
Although our rottweiler Sasha is very special
to us all we will always remember our precious Daisy
who will always hold a very special place
in our hearts.
Daisy you'll always be remembered and
those special memories will be treasured
as long as your human family lives.
Therefore you will also live forever.
Your Mom Dad Jackie and Ray
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