Your Pet Loss Stories

by Matthew Boonstra
(Fort Saskatchewan, Alberta, Canada)

When I was around 2 years old, my family got a puppy. She was so young, we had to wait a couple of weeks for her to mature I am told. We loved her at once. And for her, it was love at first sight. The puppy next to her just laid around, but when our family member to be pounced at my mom and tried to climb up her leg!

When we brought her home, we named her Daisy Blue. My sister wanted Daisy and my brother wanted Blue (from Blue's Clues). I was too young to pick. After 6 great years, tragedy struck. She got an ulcer in her right eye. And the liquids in her left eye got trapped at the front. She still loved walks and we we still loved her.

4 years and 8 surgeries later, more tragedy struck. On October, 29, 2012. She just laid sown and would not move. She would get up seldom, and went to the vet. When I got home from school, at around 4:30 pm, She still laid there, like a pencil. My mom said that blood tests showed her blood was toxic. X rays showed that there was a lump pressing her liver upwards. It was either fat, or a cancer tumor.

The next day, we all stayed home. We expected a phone call from the vet at around noon. But they phoned at around 10:30. I knew that the vet chose to put her down when I heard my mom say, "Can you wait 10 minutes? Just so we can say good bye?" 10 minutes later, we were in the OR. She was on that table, the heart monitor going fast. We could only say goodbye.

Now, I am 13. As I write this, Daisy is right beside me, in a simple urn. I miss her. I should emphasize she NEVER complained. Even the morning she was put down, my mom brought her up, and Daisy climbed on my bed and started licking me. It made me feel like I was in kindergarten again, when my mom would bring Daisy up to wake me up. She did not deserve this. No dogs or pets deserve what she went through. But she was brave ansdstuck it to the end. I love her, and she was, no, she is, a good girl and no dog will ever replace her. May she R.I.P.