Today I would like to share a personal story with you. It is not a typical post, but one that is close to my heart. It’s about how “joy” jumped into my life in a very unexpected way. It’s about my beloved German Shepherd Daisy.
Her name was Daisy because she was plucked from the side of a road just like a flower. My friend and I witnessed her jump off a bridge. People in the area said that someone must have dropped her off up there. It was an elevated road, and there was no other way for her to have gotten there. She became frightened by a truck and with nowhere else to go, she jumped off the bridge. It was horrific; I can still see it clearly when I think about it.
We made it down to the underpass where she was laying in the street. She was alive, but her back leg was definitely broken. It was a miracle that she survived the fall at all. At the time, I lived in a condo that did not allow dogs. So, our intention was to get Daisy to a veterinarian who could help her and then find someone to adopt her. She had no tags and was not micro-chipped.
Her leg was in bad condition. It pretty much had shattered with the impact from her jump, and the surgeon wasn’t sure if he could save it. Thankfully, he was able to repair her leg and the surgery was a success. She had some scars and a long recovery, but she was a fighter. During this time, I fell in love with her and knew that I had to keep her.
So, within in a month, I purchased a new condo and was ready to bring my new baby home. That was quite remarkable by itself. I had lived in the same place for over 21 years and had no intention of moving, until the moment I decided to keep Daisy. She had already changed my life.
Whoever Daisy had lived with before “that day” had neglected her. She was terribly underweight and all her ribs were showing. I wanted to give her a better life than she had been accustomed to. When people would hear about her story, they would say how lucky she was that I found her. But, I would reply, I was the lucky one. She was the most faithful companion a person could imagine.
We were like two peas in a pod. She came with me everywhere I went. Daisy loved to play Hide & Seek. She always acted surprised, with a big smile on her face, even though she knew where we were hiding the whole time. As my health began to deteriorate she sat on the couch next to me, and we would watch TV together. When it became too hard for me to take her for walks, I would wait in the car while my friend took her for a stroll. At first, she didn’t want to leave and would look at me through the car window and bark at me. I knew what she was saying, “Get your butt out here!!!” And, when I could no longer leave the house at all, my sister came and took Daisy for her walks. Every time she returned home it was a huge homecoming for us.
We spent five wonderful years together before death separated us. Daisy was my joy during the darkest days of my health issues. I gave her a piece of my heart to take with her on the day we said goodbye. And, I know she will keep it safe until we see each other again. Although the pain of her being gone is still strong, I would not give up a minute of the time we had together.
I’m not really sure why I wrote this story today. I had started off with a completely other subject to write about, but then I felt the need to share Daisy’s story with all of you.
When you least expect it, something wonderful can jump into your life. When it does, don’t pass it by.