My Daisey girl was 4 months shy of turning 15. I got her when I was 17, I am now going to be 32. I've had her all of her 14 years. It's so hard for me adjusting to life without her. I break down crying everyday. It's hard for me to concentrate at work. I can't think about anything but her. There is no way for me to "get back to normal" cause Daisey in my life was my "normal." It hasn't even been a week since she passed and I still look to her spots in the house hoping to see her. I know they say it will get easier, I just can't believe I was capable of hurting this much. Daisey was diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension and we all thought (we as in me, her regular vet, and her cardiologist) it was being controlled by meds. Unfortunately last Friday night Daisey suffered a seizure that her little heart just couldn't recover from. We had high hopes she would bounce back. But at around 11:15 pm while lying with me she looked back at me as if saying goodbye. I scooped her up knowing something was wrong but Daisey exhaled her last breath before I got into the car. She passed away in my arms on Saturday, February 4, 2012 - way too soon. She wasn't supposed to go yet... I still need her.
Maggie + Daisey