The Winter of Daisy

Daisy is our oldest dog. She is either fifteen or sixteen – we’re not quite sure. We got her from a pound in Hinsdale Illinois. We’ve had her since December 23, 1995.

She’s nearing the end of her life, I think. She fell down some steps this morning. I didn’t have the heart to ask her to try them again, so I’ve been letting her out in the front of the house. I noticed she didn’t each hardly any of her dinner. She’s sleeping now.

She shakes and shivers occasionally now. We know she can’t see much anyway, but now her eyes have a very tired, glazed-over look to them. She’s been stone-deaf for a while.

She is not perky. If you know Daisy, you know that she is usually very perky. In fact, that has always been the word to describe her demeanor. Or maybe crazy.

She’s been with us since Bro was six. He says she is his other mother. It will be hard on the family to lose her. I hope she can make the decision herself when the time comes. I don’t want to have to put her down, but I will if I have to. I love her that much.

PS It wasn’t Daisy peeing on the carpet, by the way. It was Ruthie. She has a urinary tract infection. And yes, she’s on antibiotics now.

2 thoughts on “The Winter of Daisy

  1. I’m sorry. 😦 I’ve got an oldie (14-and-a-half) who’s now very wobbly and frail, but still enjoying her food and telling her young brothers what to do, but I know that before long I’ll need to make the decision to help her on her way. It never gets any easier, but it’s the last great kindness we can do for our old friends.

  2. No more stairs for Daisy. Going out the front door is so much easier for her. Keep her comfortable and safe. She’s a great girl.

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