Two months ago I noticed a lump on her pelvis. I took her to the vet who suspected it was a haematoma from a bump and recommended I keep an eye on it and come back if it persisted. I got a bit distracted by life and Daisy Dog was fine. Last Thursday she came in from playing frisbee limping – this is not hugely unusual (it happens maybe twice a year) as she has hip dysplasia (something we managed with exercise, McTimmony chiropracty, hydrotherapy and occasionally acupuncture). Usually, she is back to normal after a few hours, but she was still limping on Friday and obviously in pain so I took her to the vets. They recommended an x-ray of the lump and aspiration, something she would need to be anaesthatised for. I booked her in for this morning.
The x-ray showed an aggressive bone tumour. I don’t believe in prolonging the life of animals for my own benefit and I didn’t want Daisy Dog to be in pain as that is not a life a dog would want or understand. According to the vet she would only have weeks or a couple of months to live and would be in increasing pain during this time. I decided to not have her wake up from the anaesthetic, but to have the vet kill her.
I am gutted. She was my first, and most beloved, dog. She helped me recover from all my surgeries – walking her got me out of the house and I really believe it helped me to heal.
She was a complicated, independent, strong-willed, wonderful dog. The children on the site adored her and she adored them. She was my Daisy Dog.
We collected her from the vets with Kainaat, dug a grave for her in the sheep field and buried her in a blanket with a fluffy pink toy bone Helen had given her and which she loved. We let Kainaat see her so he knows his friend is dead.
There is so much I want to say about Daisy Dog, but right now just thinking of her makes me cry.
Yesterday, I didn’t take Daisy Dog for a long walk as she was limping and the vet had said that she should not be exercised too much. However, despite being in some pain, we needed a dog to help get the last rogue sheep in the hurdles so we could treat them to prevent fly-strike. Daisy dog was excited and delighted to have a chance to work the sheep and she did a great job. Later in the evening, she played with Kainaat, pommed around the site and had a big dinner. Although I didn’t know it then, I think she had a perfect last day, that even she would have approved of.
NB: her name on the Kennel Club activity register was Daisy Dog Hayat Dolu – hayat dolu means literally ‘full of life’ in Turkish and is used in a similar way to the English phrase – fresh as a Daisy. That is how I have to try and remember her.