65f/18.3C, light overcast and strong breezes.
Our Daisy left us last night. She was old for a yellow Lab, almost 18, but has always been healthy, even though she only had one kidney, apparently born that way. She had slowed down a lot in the past year, and particularly in the past month, Then the other day she didn't want treats, odd for her. Last night she laid down in her favorite spot, and this morning she was gone.
So poor Larry had to bury yet another dog, the hardest part of loving these lovable beasts. Over the years we have said goodbye to some good ones, most living, like Daisy, beyond their expected years.
Still, that doesn't make it any easier when they die.
Daisy was one of those quiet, undemanding dogs. She didn't clamor for attention even when she was young. She scared visitors when she'd hackle up and growl, and we had to reassure them that she truly was a sweetheart and never hurt anyone. She actually loved company, although she wasn't crazy about visiting dogs. She knew her job as protectress of this place, keeping the wildlife away, but never chased any critters past our property line
Even in death, she tried not to cause any trouble. She was a good girl, and I am going to miss her deeply.
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