Daisy

Yesterday my husband took our fourteen year old golden retriever to the vet to be put to sleep. It was a very hard decision, and I have alternately bawled my eyes out and rationalized it for the past few hours. She had gotten progressively worse in the last few months, and she had a stroke a few days after the New Year. The poor baby couldn't walk anymore, she just scooched across the carpet to be close to us. Her head was tilted to the side, and she justwasn't our darling Daisy anymore. I'm, okay with it until I come home at night to an empty house. For fourteen years she was right at the door , tail wagging , happy to see us , and now when I come home it's to an empty house. Very depressing. the kids are gone, no dog, and Mike just comes home at night and sits in front of the TV. I should spend my new found free time writing, but I'm just to sad right now, maybe in a few days or weeks.