I lost my beloved pug -dog Daisy early Friday morning, her death was very unexpected, the angel of death struck swiftly.
I ask for my readers’ indulgence as this post will for the most part be self serving; to honor Daisy’s memory, alleviate some of the grief, and to spread the joy Daisy possessed in abundance.
I would understand perfectly if you passed over this post, but I hope you do not.
Daisy née Savannah
b. 1st of January 2004
d. 14th of January 2011, around 8:30 am
Recquiscat in Pace little girl.
Daisy entered our life when we were living in Ft.Lauderdale, the Beloved wanted a pug, I was quite content being a one pup household, Speck(aka Gooch) the adorable chihuahua brought enough joy.
Thankfully the Better Half insisted.
We located a young pup, through the Miami based Compassionate Pug Rescue, she was nine months old, full of vigor, and possessing this ridiculous tongue. You had to laugh.
She made quite a splash, literally, upon first meeting us, she darted outside and jumped directly into the pool. We were aghast, I jumped in fully dressed, and rescued her. I think my “valor” impressed the adoption agent, I for one was hooked on Daisy.
Daisy Pup
about 9 months old
Daisy came with the name Savannah which we did not think fitting, we easily changed the name.
Daisy also came with epilepsy, less easy to remedy.
Soon after adoption she suffered a series of seizures. Although spooky, she recovered quickly from them, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened. We tinkered with a variety of treatments, starting off with phenobarbital, which proved unsatisfactory. Our wise veterinarian suggested we give old fashioned potassium bromide a try, it was proving to be an effective treatment for epilepsy with little side effects; fortunately Daisy proved to be a successful candidate, we hadn’t experienced a seizure until her final day.
Thank you Dr.Cox.
Our seven years with Daisy were a joy, she had many moods, and aside from greed and envy, all positive:
she was playful,
silly,
regal,
flirtatious,
and often quite lazy, being so charming was apparently quite exhausting,
We of course adored them all, even when she was naughty.
Daisy was my loyal studio companion, providing charming (if sleepy) company,
and ultimately inspiration,
Daisy
oil on canvas
2010
by the author
Daisy was not the sporty type, not given to exercise. Her notion of a hike was being carried up Runyon Canyon. Speck the chihuahua adores a good hike, Daisy preferred a nice lounge in the shade.
the author with Daisy, Speck and Buddy (off camera)
Runyon Canyon
June 2007
Aside from napping,
Daisy was quite the sport in dressing up, she may not have enjoyed the outfits, but she certainly relished the attention.
spooky
Halloween 2008
We were officially married during that brief window of opportunity, pre Prop 8.
Daisy was of course part of the celebration. Acting as our hostess/flower girl, she adored having the crowd of friends and family in our little West Hollywood condo; she had captive fans to charm and seduce.
Ultimately all that seduction proved exhausting.
July 3rd 2008
When we moved to downtown LA, Daisy and the boys settled right in, trading in happy green West Hollywood grass for doggie park astro turf.
They didn’t seem to mind,, home was where we were.
That’s why I love dogs.
Daisy, Speck/Gooch (left), Buddy (right)
Sept 2010
I couldn’t have imagined that this would have been her last birthday, frankly I almost forgot. Thankfully I was reminded, and we gave Daisy extra fussing ( and I confess filet mignon).
Daisy the birthday clown.
January 1st 2011
7 years old.
That image frankly breaks my heart, if I had known…
fortunately my new phone has a handy recording device, I plan to more diligently secure memories for the future.
Daisy’s absence has reduced our little family, when our beautiful Manx Moses died in early December we became acutely aware of how loud the sound of absence is.
Like Moses, Daisy haunts our home and hearts.
Fortunately we have dear Antigone our little calico, and Speck and Buddy to help heal our grief.
Buddy and Speck
Although Daisy’s little torch of life has been extinguished her memory continues to tickle us with joy, granted right now through a veil of tears.
We will adopt again, most likely another pug, there is a local pug rescue, Happy Ending ; when it is appropriate we will meet another little pug. In addition to soothing our hearts, adopting another will honor Daisy’s generous spirit.
We want to consider another “special needs” pug.
I will close with silliness, as Daisy was the mistress of silliness.
I appreciate your indulgence.
Respectfully submitted,
Leonard @ babylonbaroque
Babylon Baroque 