Daisi Mae

In 2001, the day after Thanksgiving, I decided I was ready to get a new dog after losing my best friend “Princess” on my first day of freshman year. So I told my mom I wanted to go adopted a dog. When we got to PetSmart we came across a  white, fluffy, dog named “Snow Ball”. I fell in love. She was perfect! She was mine.  While walking around PetSmart we came across a collar with Daisey’s on it, and so the new name was Daisi because imagine me yelling out Snow Ball to get her to come. EMBARRASSING, for me and the dog.

I remember bringing her home from Beaumont all curled up in my lap. She was crying the whole way home and I remember asking my mom “Do you think she doesn’t like us, maybe she wants to go back to her friends”.

We got home, and soon brought her to our new house. She was so cute, and so perfect. The years went on and soon I was graduating high school. During my sophomore-senior year I wasn’t a great mommy to Daisi. I neglected her and had too much to do than hang out with a dog. She was in a fence on the side of our house and it was kind of “out of sight, out of mind”. Boy do I regret that now. I tear up just thinking about how lonely she must have been. How during every thunderstorm, how scared she was. How she felt everyday knowing I didn’t give her the time of day.

It was time for me to go off to college and I decided I had to take her with me. We experienced it together. I packed her in the car and off we were! She HATED the car. Every time she got in the car, 30 minutes later and she would poop! Gross!

She was my companion during those college days. Along with Harry, the one-eyed cat. Her and Harry had that most amazing friendship. You could tell they truly loved each other. The day Harry died, I let them say goodbye to each other and they just starred at each other, then Daisi licked him and we said goodbye. I always wonder what they said to each other during that moment of silence.

Best buds

Now, Daisi is 11 years old. She lives with me and Andrew, and has two new best friends, Zoie and Neko. We go to the park everyday and they run until they cant run anymore. She doesn’t act 11 and that is what scares me. I feel like one day, she is going to start going down hill and I won’t be prepared for it. She is still so spunky and fun.

My heart hurts to know how I treated her back in high school. I wonder if she has forgiven me or if she feels scared it will happen again.

I know she is just a “dog”, but she is my dog. She is my best friend and I love her with all my heart.

Stay strong baby girl and I hope you live a happy rest of your life.