Those of you who've been reading Simplicity for a loooong time might remember 2010 as the year of the Daisy. This little ray of golden sunshine entered our lives eleven years ago, shortly after our first golden retriever died of osteosarcoma.
Look at those ears! I can still smell the puppy breath.
It wasn't too long before she looked like this.
Last Tuesday, we learned that a mass in her throat was probably melanoma and that it had likely already metastasized to her spleen. She was given two weeks but only made it to Friday night, when we drove to the emergency vet after her breathing became labored. The tumor grew so fast. It hadn't been there a month earlier.
Our beautiful Daisy has gone ahead. Our hearts are broken. This happened too fast.
I know many of you love my dog pictures (probably more than the card pictures!). Here's one of my recent favorites of Miss Daisy, taken by my husband in our front yard. She loved soaking up the sun in the grass, wriggling on her back in the grass, and chasing Cooper in the grass.
Daisy was the best girl, a big heart covered in fur.
Grief is love that has nowhere to go. I don't know who said it, but it perfectly sums up how I feel.
Mercy, grace, peace, and most of all, love,