My friend's dog Daisy was hit by a truck a few hours ago. I just got home after finishing burying her.
She was one of the most willful, high-spirited dogs I've ever met. Hugely energetic, a lot of fun, and never lost an argument. She was the best friend of all of my dogs, and taught our traumatized rescue Enzo how to live like a farm dog which involves swimming in dugouts, chewing on old horse bones, and barking at ducks. My dogs still go nuts every time her name is mentioned, and I don't know how to explain to them she's gone.
Rest in peace Daisy, you were a good girl.
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