“It’s time,” Tom told me. “I can see it. But I can’t…”
“I’ll handle it.”
“She’ll survive. She’s got her dad. And she knows Daisy was loved.”
We did it on a Sunday. Madison held Daisy while Amy administered the injection. Daisy went peacefully, tail wagging to the end, looking at Madison with such love it broke everyone in the room.
“She’s with Mommy now,” Madison said through her tears. “Mommy has Duck’s sister toy. They’re playing.”
We buried Daisy in my backyard. Have more room than Tom. Madison visits every week. Brings flowers. Talks to Daisy. Tells her about school.
“Mr. Bear Angel?”
“Yeah, kiddo?”Continue reading…
