I've been attending my local hospice for about eight years now. Daisy was one of my first friends; I was the only person she would come to and kiss and she made me feel special. Daisy had a beautiful honey coloured, soft coat and a gentle nature. I would have a photo of her but she would dart off at the sight of a camera! The only camera shy dog I ever met....
When I went to the hospice on Tuesday my friend couldn't get up to greet me as usual. I'd never seen her so still. When I went back on Thursday there was no sign of Daisy and I instinctively knew that I wouldn't see her again. Her owner told me she'd had her put down the day before and we both started to cry.
I have lost many friends that I met at the hospice and seen them suffer. If I were a dog I would have been put down years ago! I realised what a fine line there is between human suffering and the current 'hot' topic of assisted suicide. I would never choose to end my life but maybe I am wrong? I missed the people I'd lost from the hospice and used to think hospices are not a good place to hang out. However, I now know that I was honoured to meet such wonderful people (+ dog) and I remember all the strength and love that they gave to me.
I love life (most of the time!) and it's good to be here!!!