Daphne

This is a picture of Daphne at eight weeks. Daphne died tonight at barely over seven years old. We've lost both of our dogs in eighteen months. Losing Wilson was very hard. We watched him hurt and tried to make his days enjoyable until he couldn't enjoy them. Then we put him to sleep, which was very hard to agree to and to do. Just saying the words to the vet is difficult. But, Daphne died within 36 hours of realizing something was wrong with her. It was easy to tell she was seriously ill because it was so sudden. We're still not exactly sure what caused her death even though Andy took her to the doctor as soon as we realized she wasn't well.

I wanted to write about her tonight because she's been a part of our lives for so long. She was with us for seven of our eight years of marriage. She has lived in three states with us, has gone canoeing and camping with us, and gave us lots of joy. She was a hyper dog, but only because she really really really loved people and had trouble calming down around new potential pals. She was also very aggressive, but only because she was protecting her family and her territory. There were many nights when Andy wasn't home that I only felt safe because Daphne was there. She loved to swim and run and didn't bite Nathan when he repeatedly ran into her with his toy bus. She was always excited when we came home. We loved her and we'll miss her.