Daisy

Our dear sweet Daisy passed away on Friday, at the boarding shelter while we were on our cruise, with her little brother Shadow at her side.  She was 16 years old.  She fought a valiant fight against a bad thyroid, tremors, and seizures for the last four years.  

She was born in 2007.  Her first owner called her Miss Kitty, before he died.  She then spent months in and out of the same boarding shelter she passed away in.  We adopted her in May of 2012, when she rolled onto her back and meowed at us in her cage.  We have loved and spoiled her everyday since.

Daisy was a daddy’s girl.  She loved sitting on my dad’s lap and sitting on the same couch as him.  She would wait for him in the hall to get up every morning and would wait at the top of the stairs for him to come up.  She would go in his room to get scratched and then come back up the stairs to go to sleep, like she was tucking him in every night. 

She loved to spend time outdoors and looking out the windows.  She loved to roll around on her back in the grass and leaves, and scratch her back.  Daisy loved to dig the bark of the trees with her front paws. She loved to sit under bushes and trees, and chase and chew on leaves.  She loved hunting grasshoppers and mice, and bringing them into the house for my mom’s delight.  

Daisy loved to play. She loved chasing bouncy balls down the halls and knocking the down the stairs.  She loved exploring our basement and smelling everything down there.  

Daisy loved to wrestle with her brother, Shadow and giving him a bath.  She would sneak up to him, smell his nose, rub up against his face,  lick his face, and run away before he could do the same.  She could smell him, but he couldn’t smell her, or she would smack him in the face with her paw.  They also liked to touch paws under a door.  

She loved sleeping inside the bottom of our couches, on rugs, and in a cardboard box lid, as well as clean laundry pile in a basket.  She also loved sleeping in corners and in closets under shirts, and under the Christmas tree.  She loved to sleep with the side of her face in the water bowl.  She would get in the bath tub and meow to let you know she was in there.  She liked to stand on the bathroom scale and drink from her bowl.

She was very patient with my niece and nephews  and let them chase her, pet her, and kiss her all they wanted.  

She loved to go camping in our trailer and riding in the car with her paws and head out the window, standing or sitting on my arm, smelling everything.  Daisy figured out which button to push to roll down the window in our truck.

She loved to run and be chased while outside. She would wait on the patio for me to come chase her on the grass over to the trailer and then she would come out and want me to chase her again.

She loved to hit the doorstops and make them ring, to be let out of a room. She loved to rub her face on the corners of the door.

She loved to eat tuna fish, treats, and gravy, and get ice cubes in her water bowl. 

She loved to be scratched, especially her ears, belly and her chin.  She loved to lie her head down on my feet and lick my toes.  She would grab my finger with both of her paws and put it her mouth.  Whenever I carried her in one arm,  she would hold a finger on my other hand with her paw.  If you came into a room, she would stick out one paw in the air and put it down, like she was waving to you.

We called her Princess Daisy, Daisy Bear, Daisy Lou, our Diva, Biscuit, Lady Bug, and our little Orca.

We buried her next to our daisies.  She is proceeded in death by her older sister, Patches.  Goodbye for now,  my sweet Princess.  We will miss you dearly.