I remember the day my Miss Daisy was born, August 16th, 2007. My parents still have her mom (a Maltese) & dad (a Bichon.) She was the smallest of the liter so naturally everyone wanted her first but my parents had promised Daisy to my sister-in-law. I'll skip that boring part of the story and just let you know she ended up with me 6 months later. I was extremely ecstatic because I always had that strong connection with her. We were indefinitely bonded.

One very cold Saturday night in January, my husband and I went out with some friends. When we got home around midnight we were greeted by 2 chihuahuas, Sugar & Zeus, but no Daisy. So we checked outside as we have a doggie door for them. Still no Daisy. I checked her usual places.. nothing. Called out to her.. nothing. I'm really starting to worry now! I thoroughly checked outside again.. there's a hole dug under the fence!!! I scream out to my husband. We start looking outside around the neighborhood. She couldn't have gone far, right? She has never left my side when I've taken her out in the past. I walked around the neighborhood several times not wanting to quit even though it's so cold that I can't feel my skin. My husband even drives around with no luck. I can't stop crying at this point and my husband takes me inside. I call my mother, it's 3am at this point. She assures me that someone must have taken her in, the same thing my husband keeps trying to telling me. All I can think about is my poor little baby out in this now below freezing temperatures, lost & alone. I really feel the need to go back out and continue to search. My husband is already sleeping but I can't, thinking this is all my fault.. why didn't I check for dug holes earlier that day?? (she liked to dig, a lot)

The next morning, Sunday, I call animal control, maybe someone does have her? And sure enough someone did call in a small dog meeting Daisy's description wondering in the streets that night around 3am! I knew I should've gone back out looking! They then told me I would have to wait until Monday to pick her up from the pound, if it's her of course. I felt a little better thinking someone found her and turned her over to animal control so she was safe and warm that night.. but I still had this bad feeling deep inside, why? I received a call just then from a neighbor down a few streets. She told me her next door neighbor stated a small dog was following her around 2-3am by her house and she called animal control. I immediately ran over to her house and asked about my Daisy and showed a picture of her. She stated yes that's the one, animal control picked her up. I was so relieved!!! I planned on going straight to the pound the very next morning to get her! But why do I still feel this horrible thing deep inside?? Later that same day, a different neighbor a few more streets down called and said that she thinks my dog was hit by a car very early that morning in front of her house, the driver didn't even stop. But she also said she wrapped the dog in a towel, seen she was dead so then placed her in a white garbage bag and left her on the side of the road for me to pick up. What?! My husband thinking this is just a very sick joke, reassures me that Daisy is safe at the pound. I wanted to go check, just to be sure it's not Daisy, but my husband tries his best to convince me otherwise. I still couldn't sleep again that night, not sure if it was the bad feeling I still had inside or knowing in a few hours I would see Daisy's happy face and wagging tail when she sees me again.

It's dawn and I race to the pound. I check all the cages, one after another, I'm almost to the end and still no Daisy. At the last cage and no Daisy!! I then check with a staff member, they check the files as I start to cry. Then I'm read the report from animal control "..lady calls about a small white dog around her house at 2-3am.. animal control gets to her house and asks for the dog.. she left the dog outside.. checked and do not see a dog anywhere in the neighborhood.." EXCUSE ME?! She left my tiny 7 pound white fluffy dog outside in below freezing temperatures?! What kind of person does that?!?! Now it hits me, is she in that white garbage bag?? I'm crying so hard a can hardly drive. I pull up to the white bag, jump out of my car, fall to my knees and rip open the white bag only to see my precious Miss Daisy inside.

Miss Daisy
August 16th, 2007 - January 10th, 2010

I will never forget you! You are truly one of a kind! I will meet you one day at Rainbow Bridge my love! <3