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    Posted November 28, 2012 by
    Jacksonville, Florida
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    Loving and losing a dog: Your tributes

    Sweet Daisy

    Daisy and I found each other just shy of her first birthday. She loved to just sit nearby, her head in my lap, and would cuddle as much as possible. Her squeaky ball was her best buddy and she loved to "woo" along with the fire truck sirens that frequently passed our home.

    Daisy was diagnosed with fibro-sarcoma mid-2010; two surgeries, 19 radiation treatments and a round of chemo later, the cancer was still winning her battle. We eventually had to feed her a liquid diet and give her meds with a dropper. My sweet girl would still go out to play and loved to frolic in the creek near our home. A passerby wouldn't have really known she was fighting a horrific, deadly disease if not for the obvious tumor taking over her beautiful face and neck. Eventually, the unavoidable occurred. On April 10, 2012, we said goodbye to our sweet Daisy girl.

    The love and happiness she showed in her seven short years taught me so much. Even in the midst of her treatments, and right up until the end, she still greeted me with a wag and a goofy smile at the door. I will always miss my girl Daisy, and remember fondly those last days at the creek. Sometimes I dream I hear her squeaky ball in the middle of the night and wake up smiling, remembering my silly girl running around the house in the dark chasing her ball.
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