Well Thursday December 14th 2017 didn't go the way I thought it would.
Daisy had been having trouble going to the bathroom so I took her into the vet's on Tuesday.
After an x-ray it was determined that she had a tumour in her stomach and it should be removed.
We arrived Thursday morning at 8:30 for the operation.
The vet gave her a sedative and kindly let me hold her in a darkened room while it took effect,
The poor little mutt was scared and shaking like a leaf. I guess she knew how serious this was.
I honestly thought that we would be going home together at noon.
The vet came and took Daisy from my arms and told me that she too was sure Daisy would be fine.
When I went back to the reception room to wait I was met by Carrie.
She had come to sit with me. I was glad to have her there with me.
After about 30 minutes the vet's assistant came out and asked me to follow her
into the operating room. The Veterinarian wanted to talk to me.
I knew this wasn't good.
This tumour was very large. Obviously she has been living with it for a long time.
The vet was kind enough to show me how it had attached itself to her organs
and wasn't abe to be removed.
The only humaine decision was to let her go and not let her suffer.
I'm so sorry that she had to go. She has been my best friend for so long.
Here Daisy and I got matching t-shirts from Sharon and Carrie on my last birthday.



