Daisy was her old self again today, or as much as she can be with the cancer slowly eating away at her. She's back to bullying poor Bubba and her usual food guarding. She even ate a hearty dinner, which I'm sure is largely due to the Prednisone she's taking. I figure as long as she's still eating, drinking, and eliminating, and not in pain, she's okay. It's such a fine line to tread with an animal companion, and no matter what you do, you'll always beat yourself up in the end, thinking you could have, should have, done more. You want them to stay with you as long as possible, but you don't want them to be in any pain, either. You don't want to be selfish, but you don't want to say good-bye. People don't have to make these decisions about people, only pets. We will do for our pets what we won't do for people; we won't allow them to suffer.

But today was a lovely, sunny day, and we had our walk in the park, and it was a happy time together. We are just taking it a day at a time. That's what's most important, and that's what I'll remember when she's gone--the happy smile on Daisy's face as she waddled through the grass at the park in the sunshine.

"I'll give you a Daisy a day, dear.
I'll give you a Daisy a day.
I'll love you until the rivers run still
and the four winds we know blow away."