Where do I begin to tell you of the life of this pup and the obstacles of her life.
This is a story that will tear your heart out. It's not a traditional story of a wonderful long life of a loved companion for years who was well cared for but the "other side" people don't see or know and what really happens....It's a tough life for a street dog-disease, violence, and neglect amongst other things usually make for a short life...

Daisy and her 2 brothers and sister were born in a abandoned van ,by a business close to ours, to a tough street mama who fiercely protected her pups. Our neighbor saw them following mama into the busy street one morning and scooped them up. They were cute pups with problems, fleas were suspected amongst other things so my neighbor, knowing my love of animals called me to help him and we took them in to the vet, turns out they had red mange and were treated for it. Well for some reason, parvo was undetected by the vet in Rosie, little Rosie died the next day, from parvo which we didn't know at the time. Soon, it would affect Daisy's brother Jake and little Daisy herself. The pups were taken in for vaccinations shortly after but with parvo, if already infected, it is a futile effort. People said to my neighbor and I, give up the pups, it is too expensive to care for them amongt other things, but we wanted to give them a shot at life, they would surely meet death if given up and were told that by the Humane Society and Animal Control. My neighbor and I committed financially and emotionally to care for these pups, to give them a fighting chance.
Jake was the next to be afflicted, he was quarantined from the other two and treated with IVs and shots, he recovered, he was strong and the case wasn't too severe. A few days later, little Daisy started acting lethargic. My neighbor called me the next day, he took her in for IV the day before but little Daisy was ill, vomiting and bloody diarrhea. He took her to the vet for another treatment but was overwhelmed and needed help, he was taking care of the other pups and running a business. I volunteered and took Daisy into my home that day. I kept her in my basement, away from my dog Blackjack (who ironically came from the same Detroit streets and had parvo and lived) and cared for her. This pup was fighting and as long as she would fight, I would fight with her...
So for the next 3 days, my husband and I took her for treatments, cleaned after her, stayed up all night, watching over her, caring for after she vomited and had diarrhea, gave her medicine and prayed for her. Daisy's little brown eyes would light up when you came by her. As weak as she was, she would manage to lift her head and put it by you for you to comfort her as she lay there. Then, she quit vomiting, as every hour passed that no vomiting occurred, spirits started to lift. Her diarrhea started to lessen, every 4-5 hours...Then in the morning, she began to drink water and walk around more and we were encouraged, maybe she turned the corner and was starting to win the fight. Sadly, later that day, as I was taking her in for another IV treatment, she became very weak, I took her to the vet and as I took her out of the car, she died in my arms, sweet Daisy, she was at peace finally. Such a twist of irony that she decided right when we arrived at the vet office, that she had enough....

Your days on earth were not that long, but your memory will live on
When I think of this fateful day and what little pup Daisy taught me that summer day
I did what I set out to do, provide a shot at life for you
But God called you on this day,
Daisy girl could not stay

I'm not sure yet of the lesson I will take of this, since Daisy died just yesterday but I know in my heart Daisy felt immense love the last few days, not just from me but my neighbor, my husband, and several others who saw and comforted Daisy on her last days. I fought with her as long as she wanted to fight and that was what I set out to do by taking her in. I wanted to give her the same shot that I gave my dog Blackjack who was in the same situation and lived.

The death of little Daisy has affected me more than I thought, in the few short days I took care of her. I have cried so many tears I guess for the lost opportunity of a life that she could have had, as much as the physical loss but I know she is no longer hurting or in pain, but at peace.

God brought us together, although short lived, her spirit touched me in so many ways.
In trying to deal with this, I have turning to other's writing and poems to help cope because people don't understand how I can feel this much grief for a little pup I only knew a couple short weeks. I know I am feeling this grief for a reason and need to feel it to move on.
I came a couple passages in my search-Job 12:7-10 "Ask the animals, and they will teach you." I truly feel Daisy was put in my life to teach me something amongst other things, what that is, I am confident time will tell...
Here's another "Better to light a candle for one lost dog than to curse the darkness of man's indifference, saving just one dog won't change the world but it will surely change the world for that one dog." I think that sums it up perfect...

I know one day I will see Daisy again and we will cross the Rainbow Bridge together. Thank you for reading Daisy's story and for this site as it is helping me immensely deal with my grief.