The last six months have been so difficult. Daisy was such a big part of my life and not having her here with me has been the hardest thing I have ever dealt with. Daisy was the 5th dog in my life but there was something different with her. I felt a very strong connection with her. I saved her life in 2006 after she had been hit by a car. Her owner was going to have her put to sleep because she had a broken leg. To keep the story short I had been calling vet's office the following morning after seeing her being held down in a yard. I was mainly just checking on the dog but the vet told me they were getting ready to put her to sleep. I left work, drove to the vet and paid her bills. She fit into my life so well and it was like she was supposed to be with me. Over the years I had many traveling job offers and I turned them all down because she was my priority. I was called a fool because of the amount of money I was offered but I could not travel and leave Daisy. I have no regrets about that because I loved her more than anything in my life. She slept next to me every night and always had to be touching me. When I had to travel for training at work it was very hard to leave her at the kennel. I would do everything I could to come home early so I could pick her up. The woman that owned the kennel told me Daisy always knew when I was there, even though she could not see me. She would start crying and yelping like she did every day I got home. Daisy made coming home from work so good, bad days always got better when I saw her. Since she passed away I have seen her sitting on my bed at least once every month. She is always at the foot of the bed staring at me. I was startled the first time and sit up wide awake and she was gone. I saw her come into the living room out of the corner of my eye one night. I know she is still with me, checking on me. I carry her collar around with me every day, she wore it her whole life. I cry every morning and talk to her, I have her pictures and ashes next to my bed. I pray every day that I am with her again when I die. I know some people believe that dogs go to a different heaven than people. Where ever Daisy is, is where I want to be. I have always tried to be a good person, no drugs and no alcohol. I have tried to live a good life so that someone up there watching will give me that chance to be with Daisy. I did so much for her and tried to give her a good life. If I went anywhere over an hour away she went with me. I always took a jug of water and a bag of dog food. If something happened I did not care if I went hungry she was not going to. I miss her so much and every day it hurts that she is not here. I can't pick her up and hold her, I can't look into those big brown eyes. Daisy was an American Eskimo mix. I wish I had her DNA tested so that I would have known more about her. I have so many regrets about her and wish I had done so many things different. I do remember the good times. How she sat on the swing with me one afternoon. When I would sit in the recliner she would either sit with me or on the arm rest of the couch next to me. She would sleep there while I watched tv. She always had to be close to me. I worried about her every day for 14 years and that is something I can not stop doing. I am so sorry she got sick, I never wanted her to hurt. I would have done anything to take her pain on myself. I do not know what will happen when I die but I pray I am with her again.
