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<DIV><FONT size=2>My Daisy Mae went to the Rainbow Bridge late Thursday
night. She had become very weak, had trouble trying to get up, had lost
her hearing and the vision in one eye, and at times become disoriented. With the
arthritis and tumor on her adrenal gland, she was very tired. Miss Daisy
would have been 13 years old in May.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>Daisy brought so much joy and love to all the neighbors, and
since January has been having rides in the Radio Flyer ATW (all terrain wagon)
we received as a Christmas gift. She used steps to climb into the
wagon from the rear end of the wagon when I lifted the red fence that went
around the edges of the wagon. Upon returning home, she would again climb out of
the wagon, using the steps to climb down but this time from the side of the
wagon. She loved getting to ride in the wagon in the fresh air and slept
most of the time on a furry blanket, covered with another blanket, sometimes
with only her head sticking out.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>I rescued Daisy when she was 5 years old and had not been
house broken as she had never been permitted into a house. She spent her
days outside in Denver's summers and winters, and went to the basement to a
kennel at night. But in a few short months, she passed the test
to become a therapy dog. She brought so much love and happiness to
patients and the staff at Littleton Adventist Hospital. For her
visits she would always dress in a hat and some kind of a neck scarf!
She never figured out how the large glass double doors at the hospital would
know to open just when she arrived. With great dignity, she would prance
in style into the hospital, by herself, off leash.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2>She would hold her head high as if to say, "Here I am, look at
me!," And then we could hear people saying, "Daisy's here," " There's
Daisy," and "What does Daisy have on today?" I think her "cowgirl
hats" were her favorite, but she also dressed for each holiday, as well as a
Denver Bronco fan! Many patients would ask if Daisy could get into bed
with them, and many patients told her "You just made my day!". She always
visited with the staff at the Nurses Station, the staff in the lab, x-ray,
waiting rooms and made herself known in the people in the lunchroom connected to
the cafeteria.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>Bella, whom Daisy and I rescued last October, doesn't
understand where Daisy has gone. And I continue to look for her and listen
for her. We are so lost without her, as Daisy was my life!
There's such a deep hole in my heart, but I know she is without pain now, and
running around with all my other bassets who have gone before her.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>Patti</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2>Food Slave to 3 year old Bella, </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2>and those already at the Bridge: Pokey, Duchess,
Dolly, Tiger, Scooby Doo (female), and now Daisy Mae </FONT></DIV>
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