I should probably start a new thread on this, but I want to shift a little bit, and talk about a tragedy that occurred yesterday that has been very traumatic for me.
In 2017, I took possession of a female German Shepherd from my brother-in-law named Daisy. She’s an alpha female and was too aggressive for them to handle. She barked at guests, went after the pool guy as well as anyone that came on the property and they couldn’t handle her. Everyone was scared of her, including my wife who was alive at the time. Having owned and trained several German Shepherds in my lifetime, I made friends with her quickly. We grew to love each other, and in time my wife also grew to love her, treating her like her own child.
Over time, I was able to train Daisy to be obedient and make her less aggressive. She became the perfect family member, protective, but her aggression under control. The smartest dog I’ve ever owned.
We got her at almost age 4, and yesterday she was almost age 11. I won’t get into too much detail, but yesterday she suddenly wouldn’t eat, and as the day progressed, she was having trouble walking. She just laid in grass panting. My daughter and I put her in the car and took her to the vet, where I had to carry her inside, which wasn’t easy as she is almost 70 lbs. We then had to put her on a stretcher to take her into the exam room.
Long story short, the vet said there wasn’t much she could do, she believed Daisy may have a tumor in her liver, and the best option was putting her to sleep. After the vet left the room, Daisy began to search for my daughter and I, and we started to comfort her and pet her, and she then passed away on her own. She joined my dear departed wife in the next life.
It’s been more than I could bare. Her loss has hit me hard, putting a hole in my heart. I keep crying. So much so that I told Lily not to come this weekend so that my daughter and I could grieve.
When my daughter and I came home last night, it was to an empty yard. Daisy would usually wait behind the fence, but not last night. And in the morning, I woke up to Daisy’s empty bed and house on the deck outside my room.
2025 has just not been a good year for me. War breaking out in the Middle East, horrible economy, possible job loss, a relationship that is uncertain. And now the death of my best friend and protector. I just want to go under a rock and never come out