Goodbye Daisy Mae

Rest in Peace, Sweet Daisy Mae.
<p>Daisy Mae died last night. Unbeknownst to us, she had a balloon-sized tumor attached to her spleen, and it burst, filling her tummy with blood. I thought it might be bloat because Plotts can be prone, and she was in distress and acting weird. Her gums were pale, she was panting. I knew she needed help, fast. So, we called the emergency vet who was prepped for a surgery in five minutes — Daisy would be next, but in the meantime he did an X-ray and told my husband there was a mass that shouldn’t be there and to go home and he’d call him soon as he finished with his other patient. Luckily, we are only two minutes up the highway from the clinic.</p>
<p>Long story short, the vet called and there was no hope. I made the choice to euthanize, for the eighth time in 17 years. We jumped in the truck for the short painful drive to be there for her. As the kindly vet left us to visit for one last time, we spent 15 minutes telling Daisy how much we loved her, cradling her head, stroking her chocolate brindle coat and hugging her, telling her she was such a good girl. When he returned, it took only moments before she drifted away and crossed the Rainbow Bridge.</p>
<p>It’s been wonderful living with lots of dogs, but they pass way too soon. We have only two now, Scamp and Chip, rescues we adopted in 2009. I’ve never had only two dogs, but once for a brief six months in 1995. As we get older, two is our limit now.</p>
<p>Daisy turned 11 years old May 1st. We shared birthdays — 52 years apart — and so much more. This old hound dog was my soul mate. I’ve always known I’d never have another dog quite like Daisy, but I never knew how intensely I would miss her presence, her loud bay, her chocolate long-legged elegance and expressive gorilla eyes. More cat than dog, she loved lounging around indoors, but outside she was like a thoroughbred race horse, with long perfectly beautiful strides covering more ground in seconds than I could keep up with. Just a stellar dog all round, Miss Daisy Mae will be in my heart forever. Goodbye old girl, till we meet again.</p>

 

Daisy Mae died last night. Unbeknownst to us, she had a balloon-sized tumor attached to her spleen, and it burst, filling her tummy with blood. I thought it might be bloat because Plotts can be prone, and she was in distress and acting weird. Her gums were pale, she was panting. I knew she needed help, fast. So, we called the emergency vet who was prepped for a surgery in five minutes — Daisy would be next, but in the meantime he did an X-ray and told my husband there was a mass that shouldn’t be there and to go home and he’d call him soon as he finished with his other patient. Luckily, we are only two minutes up the highway from the clinic.

Long story short, the vet called and there was no hope. I made the choice to euthanize, for the eighth time in 17 years. We jumped in the truck for the short painful drive to be there for her. As the kindly vet left us to visit for one last time, we spent 15 minutes telling Daisy how much we loved her, cradling her head, stroking her chocolate brindle coat and hugging her, telling her she was such a good girl. When he returned, it took only moments before she drifted away and crossed the Rainbow Bridge.

It’s been wonderful living with lots of dogs, but they pass way too soon. We have only two now, Scamp and Chip, rescues we adopted in 2009. I’ve never had only two dogs, but once for a brief six months in 1995. As we get older, two is our limit now.

Daisy turned 11 years old May 1st. We shared birthdays — 52 years apart — and so much more. This old hound dog was my soul mate. I’ve always known I’d never have another dog quite like Daisy, but I never knew how intensely I would miss her presence, her loud bay, her chocolate long-legged elegance and expressive gorilla eyes. More cat than dog, she loved lounging around indoors, but outside she was like a thoroughbred race horse, with long perfectly beautiful strides covering more ground in seconds than I could keep up with. Just a stellar dog all round, Miss Daisy Mae will be in my heart forever. Goodbye old girl, till we meet again.