She has a Heart- to represent her personality

The News

Even though my mom said everything will be okay, she was worried too and just hadn't told me. Apparently, the next morning, before I was awake, my dad was petting Daisy when he felt it. Right under her jaw there was a small lump. My mom took her to the vet that day, she told me she was taking her for her sneeze. When I came home my parents where standing in the kitchen. My dad looked at me, "Chloe" he said in a scared, depressed voice. "Daisy uhh well, umm. " my mom interrupted him and abruptly said, through her tears, "Daisy may have cancer." I broke. My life was pointless. Everyone's was through my eyes. I ran to my room and bawled. Daisy licked the tears off my eyes, which only made me cry harder. What would I ever do without her? She helped me through more than most dogs. She made me realize why life is a good thing, but right then, there was nothing I hated more than life. This wonderful girl
Didn't deserve this horrible thing. No one did, but especially not Daisy. Why couldn't it be me? There was a small change it wasn't chafer, but some bring just as worse. It is a very rare bug bite that has similar side effects. I wasn't really sure what I was hoping for. Both of the possibilities were horrible. I guess I was just hoping that this was all a dream. That night, when I was lying with Daisy, my mom asked me, "Chloe, how did you know? How did you wake up out of a sound sleep because you felt that Daisy wasn't okay? Has you felt the lump earlier and just didn't want to tell me" "No" I responded. That wasn't it. "To tell you the truth, I actually don't know how I knew. I just did." I didn't mention something to her. Why? Because she would think I'm crazy! I thought that, as I said earlier, Daisy did more than hear me, she listened. And I felt that from looking into her eyes, she could tell me something. She could tell me important things. That's how I got through my days, because of Daisy.