Cental America
And Back
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There are only eight feet on the boat this afternoon. Daisy, our sweet companion for almost 19 years, took a turn for the worst last week and has left us today. We are beyond sad. I think that would have made her about 133 in dog years, and there was never a day in that entire time that she misbehaved. Well there was the time when she was just a youngster and the soap kept disappearing from my shower. I had hoped perhaps the kids where finding some use for it, until I happened to catch her in the act. She had hopped into the bathtub, took the bar lightly in her mouth, hopped out with it and took it under my bed. When I pulled up the bed-skirt, there she was with a big pile of soap. There were barely any teeth marks in them because she didn’t like the taste, just the smell. Then there was that time when she fell for a charming street dog in Mexico. They were always chaperoned, but nevertheless about a month later Daisy had a tummy ache and she thought she gave birth to a stuffed baby kitten. She wouldn't come out from under the bed for a week, for fear of leaving her “baby” and would pull that toy kitten into her so it could suckle. She grieved for a time when it would not. Daisy was about the best dog you could ask for. She never had an accident, not from the first day she came into our lives at about 7 weeks old. She barked for the first time when she was almost a year old and it frightened her, so she’s mostly avoided from such un-becoming behavior. And she has not really been a beggar at the table, although we encouraged her terribly. Daisy has been loyal, loving and fun to have around. She wasn’t born to the boat, but when she discovered there was life in the sea by coming nose to nose with a baby sea lion off the stern of Ashika, she fell in love with the sea like we did. When dolphin visited us on a passage, her excitement came out in a high pitched squeaky bark that sounded much more like a dolphin than a dog. Daisy loved the water and would have jumped off the boat to swim with them if we had let her. Of course, most of you know she has been quite deaf and blind for some time. But she never complained, still walking the shore and tide pools with us, scratching up clams and crabs. Even this last few days when life turned on her unbearably, she did not complain. She was as stoic with her failing body as she had been athletic in her youth. There is a big hole in the boat today, and we are filling it up with our sadness. I can’t imagine what a passage will be like without our constant companion Daisy.
Peace.
5 Comments
1/26/2015 06:30:59 pm
We're so very sorry for your loss. I'm sure that it's a big hole. Our hearts ache for you.
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Carol and Steve
1/26/2015 07:24:57 pm
We are so sorry for your loss. Think of Daisy playing with Quarterdeck, and we'll see them both some day. Hugs from me and Steve
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Judy and Paul
1/26/2015 08:11:17 pm
What a wonderful companion she has been for all those years. You've got some great stories to remember her by. So sorry to hear she's gone.
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Tina
1/26/2015 09:36:21 pm
Lauri & Dois,
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Michael Griffin
1/27/2015 07:12:38 pm
RIP for Ms. Daisy...Condolences for the loss of your shipmate...Be Well the rest of you.
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