my Daisy
For my Daisy (c) 2017 Frania Shelley-Grielen all rights reserved

As I write this it has only been a few days since losing Daisy.  Saying it out loud seem
impossible but writing about her seems only fitting.  I don't know if this paying tribute
to the dogs who leave our lives would help each of us who lose them but I know they all
deserve one.

14 years ago when Olivier brought Daisy home as a “surprise” I told him he changed
our lives forever – now our lives would forever be punctuated and scheduled by house
training, accidents –ours in not figuring out the house training fast enough, dog
training, the eternal search for the right vets, pet sitters, dog walkers, what time to be
home for the dog, whether she could come or not, -"what about the dog?" –with
everything we would do.

I complained he hadn’t told me before bringing her home.  People told me to give her
back (except for one of my sisters who believed as I did that dogs are not disposable).  I
told them, no – now we had a dog.  And what a dog she was.  Sweet, playful, loving and
a spirit that was wise, soulful and kind.  She was family, teacher and more than best
friend.  She gave more with love and open heart than she ever took. When we took our
first puppy training class with Daisy, the instructor teased Olivier and I about babying
her and called her "Baby Daisy." We loved that and it was one of our favorite nick
names for her along with "Doodle"

Daisy taught me so much about dogs.  I learned from her about how to listen to them to
give them what they asked for or were saying and how to ask.

I learned how they can’t stand heat –when we lived in Florida an outdoor trip in the
summer meant a few minutes before it was time to bring my hot dog home.  We turned
around so many times with Olivier saying: “we’re not taking that dog the next time,”
we always did and we always turned around.

She taught me about groomers, about paying attention to what she was saying when
she was so frightened she stood still in a groomer's doorway and peed on a return visit.  I
turned around, whatever happened had obviously hurt her in some way and was not
to be repeated.  We discovered “express grooms “ -55 minutes in full view – I wish they
had these in NYC.

When I took the pet care technician teacher position at a vocational school one of the
first changes I made to the program was to bring a cat and a dog into the class room so
the students could learn how to work with them in real life. Daisy and I took therapy
dog classes so when we went to school we could add in animal assisted therapy and quell
the rigors of working in an office building banning dogs.  For six years in a row Daisy
was a registered therapy dog.  She passed with flying colors two Pet Partners
evaluations and her third with New York Therapy Animals.   I passed too but it was all
Daisy – the last test we got our highest evaluation, even as her hearing was almost
gone, she aced that test being all over checking in and responding to visual cues.  She
was sharper than ever.

We were a team.  Daisy and I taught students how to walk a dog, how to observe
behavior and what it meant, how dogs play, how to put on a leash and halter,  how to
press the gum to check capillary refill time, how to tent skin to check for dehydration,
parts of a dog’s anatomy, what a dog’s vocalization mean, how dogs learn and so very
much more. She was groomed countless times for grooming demonstrations in front of
the class room and at the sites my students interned at.  Her mid day walks were field
exercises in observing dog behavior out of the classroom with the packs of dog walkers,
owners and other dogs we would see on the streets and in the local dog parks.

Daisy loved coming to class with me she was the most  perfect dog when we worked
together.  I would bring her downtown on the subway in a pet carrier, the only time I
ever used one with her.  Every time she would see the bag come out of the closet her tail
would wag and she would do her “happy dog dance” – a series of play moves and
jubilation.  I used to say when she was no longer happy to see the carrier I would know
she did not want to come to school anymore.  She was always happy to see that bag.

Daisy loved ice cream, food, especially cat and people food, chasing a cat that thought it
could slink by another cat without being noticed, raiding the litter box, her toys
especially her tennis balls, car trips, being with her people 24/7, trapping lizards (she
was very confused about where the lizards were when we moved to NY).

Daisy loved the kayak, the beach and swimming, she was a cocker spaniel after all, a
true water dog.  One time she was knocked over by a wave and some water got in her
lungs.  She was wary of water after that.  We worked with her holding her in our arms
chest high together for short periods in the water, she liked that.  Then, we used a
boogie board she could lie on to hold between us.  She liked that too, soon she was
swimming on her own just fine again.  She loved being on the kayak so much she would
shiver with anticipation when she saw it.  I think the highlight of kayak trips for her
was one very early morning in Clearwater when a pod of dolphins found us and swam
along side us jumping over our kayak as they went along.  We were their toy.  Daisy
wanted to join them, whimpering for it.  I didn’t let her go, I was worried she would be
their football –maybe I was wrong and I deprived them all of a perfectly good swim

Daisy had dog friends in every neighborhood we lived in and a decided preference for
fluffy white dogs wherever she would meet them. More than once when I mentioned
this to an owner they would tell me that they had heard this before (I believe there's a
study in that).  When Daisy really liked a dog she would give them little patented
cocker spaniel hip bumps.  Once on West End Avenue, the receiving dog's owner asked
me if Daisy was spayed.  I assured him she was, he shook his head -"I'd get that checked
if were you" he said.  Even towards the end her dog friends would give her so much joy
with her hip bumps and doggy smiles you would never know there was anything
wrong -especially in those moments because there wasn't.

And Daisy had people friends too.  When we lived on West End Avenue the little
children on our floor loved Daisy. Whenever they would see us together they would
plead to pet her.  I would let them take a tennis ball and throw it down the hallway for
her to fetch.  One little girl was distraught when her parents decided to move to
Brooklyn.  She told them she was worried she would never meet another dog that liked
her the way Daisy did.  We had play dates with Zoe for a while and then years later saw
each other again.  When Zoe and her parents pulled up to the house we were outside of,
Zoe told her parents she wondered if Daisy would remember her.  As soon as the car
door opened, Daisy lifted her head and ran across the open field in between, right to
Zoe.  Daisy had pet sitters and we always wondered if they took as good care of her as
wanted them too.  After a snow storm in Manhattan, the snow is plowed into high
banks parallel to sidewalks.  Crossing the street can be challenge, those banks can be
several feet high.  On one of those days Olivier saw Daisy and Paulette, her pet sitter,
from a distance.  When he told me about this the first thing I asked was, how they were
together, did he say hi?  He told me was too far away but he never worried because
when they got to the corner, Paulette picked Daisy up gently and carried her over the
drifts and to the other side of the street.  That was the best report I could have had.  I
was very happy that Daisy had so much love and care in her life.  Once she was your
friend, you would never forget her and she would never forget you.

The happiest parts of her day were when we came home to her and saddest when we
left her.  She was so thrilled to see us home I trained her to get a toy to channel all that
jubilance.  When we would leave, she would retreat to a resting spot with eyes
downcast and head down, not happy.  When we found out Daisy’s kidneys were failing
we knew we had less time than she or we wanted.  It is always this way – God does not
give them to us for long but he charges us to care for them with the utmost love while
he does.

I can never know what she bore inside her but I knew her well enough to know there
was discomfort in how she would hold her body at times, a stiffness that came and
went.  Jumping on things became harder and she would place her front legs where she
wanted to be and turn and look at me for a boost up.  And in those same days there
would be contentment, that full sigh as she settled down next to me, that way of lying
with hind legs rotated out -her frog posture, that must feel good if they do it.

Even so there was so much that I went through with giving her all that she wanted in
the end.  When she would not eat I tried everything I could imagine to tempt her palate
and when she went from eating two of those impossible to come up with meals a day to
one the bar got higher.  At the end I was up to Haagen Dazs ice cream- she still loved it
enough to eat some.  Mostly Daisy wanted to be with me every minute.  So I spent as
much time with her as I could.  Every minute and told her how much I loved her.  She
got very weak and had a hard time walking down the long hallway in our building.  I
would carry her to elevator and she would take it from the lobby.  Every walk at the
end was to
Petland around the corner even when she couldn’t eat the biscuits they
would always give her.  We went anyway and she still liked going – she walked faster
in that direction and still made sure I took those biscuits for her.  We slept with "wee
wee"pads and she suffered through baby diapers in the end - my little noble girl.

This saying "you'll know when it is time" is never so   It's not you that knows, it's them
and as close attention as you may pay to what they are saying you can never know
what they are thinking.  And you know they are thinking about this just like you are.  
I can only try and do some justice to her with this.  And I can only pray that I can
somehow be close to the person she believed me to be.  I hope we did not take too much of
the good moments she had left or of the life she still wanted to live because no matter
what we know we can never know this.  I wish that it is true that we spared her pain
and gave her a peaceful passing.  I know how quickly she slipped over; I think her spirit
was so much stronger than her body in the end.

I don't have the right words for how much heart aches for her or for how very much I
can not keep but still loving her. Part of me does not believe this is real, I catch myself
thinking I need to hurry up to get home to walk her, expect to see her bouncing ahead
of me at the beach, on a walk, at the park turning around to check and make sure we
are there – with her doggy smile, making sure no one is left behind and asking us to
come along.

I believe our dogs love us so very much, maybe even more than we can ever love them;
that's how they're made.  And that our hearts and homes cannot but miss that very
love and them when they leave us.  In Spanish when you say you miss someone you
use the phrase “te echo de menos” which means “I am less without you.”   Without
Daisy, I am infinitely less.  I do not know if there is a rainbow bridge but I do know if
there is a heaven Daisy is in it.


(c) Frania Shelley-Grielen) Love dog New Orleans               

c) Frania Shelley-Grielen) Last Christmas
((c) Frania Shelley-Grielen) At The Blessing of the
Animals, St. John the Divine
"I do not know if there is a rainbow
bridge but I do know if there is a
heaven Daisy is in it."
((c) Frania Shelley-Grielen) Clearwater Beach, still a
((c) Frania Shelley-Grielen) Pet Care Technician
((c) Frania Shelley-Grielen) Hunting lizards Clearwater
((c) Frania Shelley-Grielen) Waiting for her Dad,
Pleasant Avenue
((c) Frania Shelley-Grielen) French dog, New Jersey
((c) Frania Shelley-Grielen) West End Avenue Best friends
Paulette and Daisy, best pet sitter/friend a doodle
could have
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