She has a Heart- to represent her personality

Cancer.

Then, there was the news. Daisy had cancer. There was a chance, a slight chance, she could overcome this horrible thing and be the happy and healthy dog she was, or she wouldn't be able to. For two weeks we have Daisy our undivided attention. We fed her ham and tried to let her Kay on the couch, but sh prefers her bed. She slept with us too. We were alleys taking pictures of her, trying to make the moments last forever, but we knew that things weren't going great for her. She was becoming sicker and sicker, lazier and lazier, but she always stayed happy, her most important feature. It was hard to focus in school, I was only thinking of her. One day in school I threw up from the anxiety that when I come home, Daisy won't be there. But she always was. She was always there. I cried every single night, and though 'what am I gonna do with out her?! How am I ever gonna make it?!' I knew I wouldn't be able to. Life to me began to feel pointless. I never laughed and meant it, smiled and was actually happy, and I blamed my tears on "oh I just yawned" a lot. Everything was going down hill. I removed the nose bleeds that Daisy always had because of her cancer. You see, the tumor, the ugly tumor, was deep in her snout. Too deep to do surgery and get it removed. In affect if the tumor her nose would constantly bleed, there was always some blood on my shirt, but I didn't wipe it off. I went to bed that night, feeling a horrible thought. When a dog is about to die, they want to get away from their owners. Why? Because, all that matters to a dog is their owner's- their family. Me and my mom were letting Daisy when she got up and walked upstairs. We followed her into my room where she liked at us then walked into my closet. We decided she wanted some time alone, so we left. But I knew it was something more than that, she herself knew her life was coming to an end.