Sleep Well, Sweet Girl

Today I write with a heavy heart. I wasn’t going to share, but this is a grief blog after all.. 

Mum always told me what to look for in blood results and I knew what questions to ask when the vet confirmed that Daisy’s liver enzymes were elevated. All signs pointing to cancer of the liver. Thankfully I took her in early enough that there wasn’t any time for the painful symptoms to develop – the only visual sign was drastic weight loss in the space of 3 days. 

I ended up all the way in Surrey after she was put down (it’s a long story that I am too tired to write about – but what a day). The same feeling of bewilderment that I have only ever experienced after losing my mum and my grandma was made a little easier by the help and kindness of a few strangers. 

So thankful to the vet for her gentleness towards Daisy and her kindness towards me, the waitress who asked if I was okay and lit the fire for me to keep warm, and of course, my flatmate who didn’t leave Daisy’s side yesterday and cooked her favourite food on her last day. There are really good people out there.

I’m not sure why cancer has taken someone else I love so dearly. But, if life has taught me anything, it’s resilience, and this too is something I’ll spring back from, in a little while. 

Hug your pets a little closer tonight. 

The vet nurse called Daisy a naughty torty (tortoiseshell), and I quite liked that. A naughty torty who was sassy and classy until the end.

Sleep well, sweet girl. 


24 thoughts on “Sleep Well, Sweet Girl

  1. Katie, I’m so sorry about Daisy. It’s devastating when the time comes for a beloved pet to leave us. Just remember that you have prevented her from facing a lot of suffering. Sending love and hugs. x

  2. Thank you for sharing!.. while Daisy may no longer be present physically, she no doubt has a special place in your heart and she will be with you always!.. 🙂
    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there, I do not sleep
    I am a thousand winds that blow
    I am the diamonds glints in the snow
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain
    I am the gentle autumn rain
    When you awaking in the morning hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight
    I am the soft star that shines at night
    Do not stand by my grave and cry
    I am not there, I did not die
    (Mary Frye)

  3. I am so sorry, remembering how it was when we lost Maggie’s predecessor Barney. Totally unexpected and we weren’t ready. Pets leave a hole, but never leave your heart. Maggie is 15 now, in pretty good health and slowing down.

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