Remembering

When my son first brought Daisy to me, she was around 7 months old.  He had rescued her from the streets and he was going to keep her.  He brought her to me and gave me the money for her shots and to be spayed.  After I had her spayed, I brought her home with me to recover before she went home to my son.  She was in pain.  I put a twin mattress on the floor and slept next to her and held her.  One week after she was spayed, I had her back in the vet's office because she was in so much pain.  That was when she was diagnosed with severe hip dysplasia.  David did the diagnosing.  He had consulted with Don and he told me that we have two choices.  We either put her down or we do surgery.  She could not live the way she was.  He also told me that I would not get to keep her for many years.  So we did the surgery.  After the surgery, I had to keep her quiet for 6 weeks.  She has a steel bar inside the leg and a stabilizer bar on the outside screwed to the one inside.  So for 6 weeks, I kept her in a crate, taking her out to take her out and feed her.  She slept on a fluffy comforter.  After that 6 weeks were up and she could have the run of the house,she was so happy.  I have never seen a dog with so much enthusiasm.  We could never break her from barking because it was just sheer joy.  She stayed with me because we were afraid that if she were with my son's other dogs, she would get hurt.  He had 2 big dogs.  So for 5 years I have been blessed with Daisy and she was a blessing.  She will always be a blessing.