She has a Heart- to represent her personality

Goodbye Daisy.

That morning, I woke up to the sight of my dad's gentle tap and whisper saying "Chloe". The first thing I saw was his watery red eyes. I lost it. I lost it right there. Daisy was dead, I knew it! I started bawling and asking "what am I gonna do with out her?! Why!!!!" And then my dad said, " She isn't dead, but we have to put her down. She is in pain, Chloe". I knew it was the best thing for her but not for me. I didn't want to be selfish but I felt horrible to agree to put my best friend, my sister, my hero down. Life sucked. I walked down stairs once I calmed down a little. Then, I started crying again. The tumor, not doubled, but tripled in size. The ugly think was taking up her beautiful face. What got me the most, the thing that I will ALWAYS timber about her, is that she wagged her tail when I came down. Despite the fact that all she could smell was cancer, she had a nose bleed and was in pain, she wagged her tail when she saw me. I knew then that she did love me. Just like I loved her, so much! My mom and brother were sitting on the floor petting her when I looked at my dad and said, " Do we have to out her down?!" He looked at me and said, "Chloe, she's miserable." What he said after this was so depressing. "I tried to give her some ham." You see, Daisy would do anything for ham, it was her favorite food! By then he said, "She wouldn't eat it." Then, then he started crying, which made me cry because never before have I seen him cry. I hugged him and he hugged me. Then I walked over to Daisy to say my goodbyes. I thanked her too. Why? For showing me why life is worth living. She made me happy. I thanked her and kissed her and told her, "You didn't deserve cancer. And I didn't deserve something as good as you."