“Daisy came into our lives when she was already 10 years old, along with her bonded brother Peter. We lost Peter to cancer after only three years. Daisy was lost without him but did not want another furry friend.

She struggled the last two years of her life without Peter, and then came the dementia. Even compromised, she was my ever-present buddy and never left my side during a serious accident and recovery. To say I miss her is a gross understatement. But I know she is whole and healed and playing with Peter (and all the other fur babies that have gone before) again.

Our hearts are broken, but we will never regret the five years she was a part of our family. Run free, until we meet again!”