Those of you who have followed me for any time at all know I have a special sidekick, a companion, a pal, a fierce protector, a lover, a hunting and fishing partner, and a friend. Today I am not speaking of my Little Gal or H but of my Daisy, my Weimaraner.
Sweet Daisy and I clicked the very first time we met. H owned her first and through him, we were lucky enough to connect. It was no time at all before she was MY DOG. I would shoot a duck and she would bring it back to me. Ha would shoot a duck and she would bring it back to me. Haha! Maybe not the best at her job, but she sure took care of me!
I nearly lost her to a turned stomach the week after my Dad passed last spring. She knew I needed her then and made it through a surgery with flying colors. The vet complimented us on what wonderful shape she was in for her age. I’m pretty sure that’s due to our many adventures.
We had a lot of good times. Lots of hunting. Lots of hugs. Lots of hikes. Lots of camping trips. She was a chowhound by breed, and her belly constantly got her into trouble.
This Christmas was no different. Daisy mowed two mesh bags filled with gold foil covered chocolate coins. The mesh bags held the foil in a ball and stopped up her stomach. She endured a seven-hour surgery to remove the debris and then to clean up stomach fluids which the vet had spilled into her body cavity. At almost 11 years old, it was just too much. She went into shock and passed away around 11:00am December 27, 2012.
Rest in peace sweet friend. You will be missed!
A video tribute to my old friend:
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