Fat Daisy &

I know it’s been a very long time since I posted last. I have been so busy here.  I have many things to tell you but, the one thing that has been weighing heavy on my mind is about our Fat Daisy. Remember her?  Remember last year she had puppies, and we were so excited because, we didn’t think she could have any?  At that time, Fat Daisy was such a loving mother it warmed our  hearts over and over again to see the way she took care of her babies.

She seemed to truly love them. 

After all the puppies found their new homes I wanted to have her spayed. I made  many appointments but, couldn’t get it done. It seemed every time I had an appointment for her something major happened here and we missed the appointment all together.  As the year went on, more and more “things” happened in our life.

Fat Daisy just had to to wait.

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I kept her close. I kept her in , and when she wasn’t in the house – I kept a very watchful eye on her. 

And then, the bottom feel out, and the Fisherman was hospitalized for two months in Atlanta – a three hour drive from our home. 


The day finally arrived that the fisherman was released form  hospital care, and we got to go home.   The day we got home from the hospital was the day Fat Daisy started delivering puppies. . . 

that’s when I found out the gestation period for dogs was about two months.

I was totally shocked to find out she was in this situation. 

It was a long hard delivery for her so I called the vet . . . long story short . . . she died. 

Our Fat Daisy died! 

 leaving behind three live puppies. 

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I got goats milk, warmed it up, and we tried to bottle feed her babies.  At the same time I tried to take care of our heart transplant patient, and all the other pressing things that go along with being away from the family, work, and home for two months.  The biggest thing laying on my heart was, I knew that in seven days I needed to have he fisherman back in Atlanta for rejection testing, and at least a three day stay on hospital grounds.

I couldn’t leave the care of the one who loves everyone, and three orphan puppies to the girl who loves music and the best nana.  I had to act, and I had to act fast. The puppies were not eating well and honestly, I didn’t know what I was doing. I called an animal rescue group ,and told them our situation.  They told me they would help, and help they did. I drove to meet a woman, and with a full, heavy heart I handed Fat Daisy’s puppies over. 

It’s hard to believe it all happened only a month ago.  It’s still hard to believe what the past four months has given us. We miss our fat Daisy but, it’s good to see her babies growing fat and healthy online.  


 1001 Gifts:

290.) hot coffee ready and made

291.) love shared between sisters

292.) the girl who loves music’s excitement for her little sister on Halloween

293.) running again – slow steady pace

294.) the fisherman feeling better everyday

295.) a two month anniversary

296.) thriving puppies – life marching on

297.) a warm house on this cold morning

298.) falling leaves

299.) changing colors

300.) breakfast with my youngest

Remember . . .

when I told you Daisy had six new puppies and we were all excited?

three pups

Remember when I told you, I thought it would be great fun for the kids to see how puppies grow?  


Remember, I told you about how Daisy disappeared for two days, and Kathryn cried

and cried

and cried?

Remember how  we found our new mother in the woods with her new babies? 

Black and brown pup

Well. . .

Six weeks are up. 

And it’s time to start looking for good homes for these little guys. 

side view of brown & BLACK pup

Now it’s Liz’s turn to . . . 


and cry

and cry.

She told me last night she just realized it was time to give them up.

and she cried

and cried

and cried.


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such babies. . .

Remember I told you on Mother’s Day Daisy had six puppies?  They are almost three weeks old now.  


Yesterday,  I thought it might be a good idea to take them outside and let them play in a grassy, shady area. I put them inside a large wooden garden box to keep them safe while they were out there.

puppies 2

I thought they would love it outside and this was definitely the way to go because, after all they are puppies and puppies love being outside.  



puppies 3

They were quite traumatized to find out they were puppies and didn’t like the feeling of the grass at all. 

They hated it!

puppies 4

In fact they cried

and cried

and cried.  

You never saw such babies in your whole life.  


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