Please pray for us. Our dog Daisy died this Wednesday.
Daisy was not a puppy – she’s actually been family to me ever before Jojo was born. However, she was very healthy, hardy, and robust, and she had many years in her still.
She was brutally attacked by my parents’ golden retriever a few days before her death. All she did was walk past the other dog, and that bigger, younger dog went after Daisy’s neck so aggressively that we couldn’t separate them without risking our own safety, physically dragging the big dog off of Daisy. It took all of us – my parents and brother and I. Daisy lost a great deal of blood, and never returned to her old spirits even after I got my mother to make her a veterinary appointment. She was badly bruised, had contracted a fever, and wasn’t moving, up till the night before she died.
My mother’s wrist was bitten trying to separate a fight between that same golden retriever and my grandfather’s dog, and it was so bad that she could have died without our applying pressure and calling an ambulance. She’s still seeing an occupational therapist to try to regain feeling. And STILL, nothing has changed; that aggressive dog is still here, despite anything anyone says to my parents. So, this could happen again – worse things could happen. I was never afraid of dogs before. Now I am, and I am afraid for my family, but I can’t force them to admit that this golden retriever needs another home. Am I the crazy one? I think that people come first, without exception. Life can’t be taken for granted; safety can’t be gambled with. I take this incredibly seriously.
I knew Daisy for 15 years. This grief is many-colored and laced with rage. Please pray for us.
