I feel I’m finally at a place to discuss Daphne’s passing openly on the blog. For the benefit of those who may be sensitive to the topic, feel free to scroll right past this post. Continue reading
On Saturday, April 14, I had to make the tough decision to say goodbye to my beloved Daphne.
I don’t particularly feel like getting into the details about it all, other than that she was no longer living her best life and that it was the right thing to do. I cannot thank my husband enough for being there for me and supporting us both on Saturday. I truly could not have done it without him.
Daphne was truly one in a million and everyone who had the opportunity to meet her would probably agree; She certainly wasn’t your average dog and her personality left an impression on you, if not her fluff definitely did.
She had an amazing life and I’m so glad I was her human through it all. I’ll miss her big blue eyes and her warm, thick fur. Thank you, Daphne, for making being a pet owner so incredibly meaningful. May the weather always be cold and snowy, until we meet again.
It’s actually hard for me to believe that Daphne is now 12 years old. If dog years are an actual thing, that would make her 84 in people years. An old lady, indeed.
And like any old lady, she has her days. Most of the time she’s just laying there, observing the household happenings and not saying too much. Getting up is a bit tough, as are stairs, and I’m pretty certain that this winter I’ll have to let her go through the basement door to get to the yard to do her business.
But, beneath her old lady shawl there’s still a bit of a young pup inside her. Like when the doorbell rings. Or when she gets to go for rides in the car. And with the girls? She’s still so patient, even when Norah tries to ride her like a horse.
Yeah, she drives me crazy sometimes too. The shedding? RIDICULOUS. Her breath? Could peel paint off a cruise ship. I still wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.
So, here’s to you, Daphner-Dan! Happy Birthday! <3