Daisy is Gone

She would have been 17 next week, but we couldn’t wait any longer. She was the most obstinate, humorless, vicious little thing; we lost count of how many times she bit Mike.

But we loved her. Mama’s little is at the Bridge, fighting with all the other dogs.

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