Day 15 - The Person You Miss The Most

Well, the one I miss the most really isn't a person, but is actually my first dog Daisy. She was brought into the family in 1989, just few months shy of a being a year old, and quickly wormed her way into our hearts. She was so small that she could fit right on my dad's hand, and would sleep right behind me every night to keep warm. It's amazing I never squashed her in my sleep, but I guess she was quick to move out of the way when I had to move.

She grew up to learn a few little tricks, one of which was stealing food. She was stealth and smart. 2 qualities that helped her steal water chestnuts right from under where my dad was peeling them, bak kwa from the plate where my dad would leave them to cool, and almost got to a whole packet of chicken rice but her plan was foiled when the cover of the container popped and caused the plastic bag to rustle.

She also grew up learning never to mess with my mom's endless balls of crochet wool, and in return, claim one of mom's special patchwork blankets as her own.

In her later years, even with her eyes failing her, her nose still helped her navigate through the house, and would be able to sit patiently next to you for one of the chocolate Hello Panda snacks no matter how quietly you opened the pack.

We wondered how long she would live, and then came the night when everyone was home, she howled like she was in pain, and after everyone gave her a bit of attention, she passed away.

R.I.P. Daisy 

7 Dec 1988 - 25 Oct 2003