*“Daisy isn’t getting any better, Josh. We have to do something!”*
*“I know, honey. She’s suffered enough, and Bobby will be devastated but we have no choice...”*
Daisy had been sick for a long time. Dad was right. It was time to put her down.
Tears filled my eyes at the thought. We’d had Daisy for 12 years. She was a good girl, always friendly, chipper, affectionate and loving. She had never given any of us any problems.
Always did what she was told. Daisy hardly whimpered, whined or cried anymore, even though we all knew she was in excruciating pain. Dad was right. It was time.
But it was still so difficult. All I could think about were all the times we ran and played outside together, how I used to call her name and she chased after me, swift and gentle like a gazelle.
We had spent hours together in those woods behind our house, sometimes losing track of time and staying out until after dark.
Thanks to her keen sense of direction we were always able to find our way back home despite pitch black darkness.
I thought back to when Mom and Dad first brought Daisy home. I was 5 at the time. Daisy looked up at me with those sweet and trusting eyes, and I fell in love with her immediately.
It didn’t matter how many times she slobbered on me when I bent down to kiss her. Daisy was precious, and in my heart she always would be.
Mom and Dad said their good-byes first. Because of how close she and I had been, they told me I could be the last to tell her good-bye.
Seeing Daisy that last time was one of the most painful moments of my life. But the cancer had progressed too far, eating up her insides and filling her with malignant tumors.
There was no way to save her. Dad was right. I knew the only humane thing to do was to put her down, and because of how much I loved her, I should be the one to do it.
I opened the door to find Daisy lying on the bed. Her breathing was shallow and labored, her chest rising and falling with slow and deliberate movement. I wasn’t sure I could do this.
She looked up at me with those sweet and gentle eyes and I smiled.
Daisy had been a precious gift, and as hard as this was, I knew I had to be strong and put Daisy out of her misery and end her pain.
“I love you, Daisy,” I said. Then I scooped her up in my arms and carried her out back to the woods where we had always played.
Tears streamed down my face as I gently placed my little sister down on the cool grass. I raised the pistol, held it close to her face and told her good-bye one last time.
Then I shot her.