I know that a lot of you have come to this webpage to get in touch with me or comment about the videos I posted on the Daisy Courage page. Especially the one entitled Daisy Courage Goes to Heaven. I have to apologize for disabling the comments. I was getting A LOT of hurtful/inappropriatly sexual/ and even death threats on the comment page. I am sure once I place the comment board on this site, my team will have to go back to being very vigilant on deleted/blocking negative comments. As a motivational/self-help speaker and author, its my JOB is to help people. Whether it be in writing, on stage or on-- YOUTUBE?!? Even though I have never posted anything on YouTube on my own personal account. I just posted stuff about Daisy on a page dedicated to her. So it was somewhat weird posting it. I honestly never thought it would gain this much attention and help this many people. I myself haven’t even done a video blog post or a self-help/motivational post. But for some reason, I felt that posting it was the right thing to do. It is actually a little embarrassing to look at. My shirt is anything but modest and I definity have that ugly cry facy on. If I had known this was going to be filmed I would have not worn a raggedty tank top (that no longer fits but I refuse to throw out because I know thats the tank I wore when daisy died was put down. I guess what I am trying to say is that you can see the VERY raw emotion that happens. I just ask please, if this video didn't help you, don't comment. If you notice, I am not in any of the other videos of Daisy. That page is all hers and I don't plan on changing it. So call me an attention whore because you see more of me than Daisy, call me a slut for the close I am wearing, tell me how disgusting I am by posting this onto youtube. However, if you look around youtube a little more, you will see that this is not the FIRST POST of an animal being put down, this is not the first time someone posted something sad, in true form, It was just to help people. If I wanted attention, or to be a whore I could have posted a video of just be dancing around in a thong and bra. THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME. This is about my relationship with my dog, the scary/exciting begining, the beautiful middle and the heartbreaking end.
I posted a Tribute Video however even though it was made with a lot of love, time and effort; it never really told the story of Daisy’s life, from the very beginning to the very end. I hope that maybe after you read this you/and the people who have a lot of negative things to say will have a better understanding of why it ended the way it did.
It all started when I was about to move into my own apartment by myself after living with a family of 9 kids and the parents. I knew I was going to need some companion because when you live with that many people and then go into an apartment without ANYONE, you are fore sure going to get lonely.
I decided to be proactive and find a dog that needed a good home. I am not one to search for a purebred, or a dog that is so cute and sweet that you know will get adopted. I really wanted to find a puppy/young dog that REALLY needed someone to love him/her. A dog that everyone knew was going to get passed by because it was so bad off.
About a couple months before my search,Daisy was going through her own "move as well". The story that was told to me was that at around 5 weeks of her life, when her eyes were just starting to open consistently, and start making those cute puppy noises, one day, a runner, who was doing her daily run one day, stumbled upon a big white fluffy cotton looking thing wrapped in barbwire. Turns out, that it was Daisy and her sibling that had washed ashore from the lake. The runner of course grabbed them both, Daisy was no more than 5-7 lbs. and her sibling would have been the same however she was so bloated from the water she weighed close to 20 lbs. By the time the runner got them both to the vet, the vet immediately suggested Daisy to be put down due to her injuries. But he said, when I said the words "put down" Daisy opened her eyes real big, saw the vet and her tail flopped a couple times for the very first time. He got this feeling that this was one of those dogs that had the will power to make it if given a chance. They started the debridement of all the dead skin/tissue and carefully started to remove the barb wire. It only took minutes before they realized they were going to have to put her under to do all the work needed to be done.The vet came to the conclusion that the jerk that had them since birth, didn’t want to take care of them, and instead of taking them to a local shelter, took it upon themselves to wrapped daisy and her sibling together in barbwire, and throw them into the water. With the current rather strong, they washed ashore within about 15-20 minutes or so, and because Daisy’s snout (mouth/nose) was facing out of the water she had a chance in making it. Her sibling however drowned.
She pulled through the surgery just fine, and started getting better each day. After she was well enough to be semi-released (released to a "recovery foster home") she was released there to continue her care. By 12 weeks she was a completely new dog. Her only “scar” that was notciable was that she was afraid of a certain type of man. Big, tall, thick men who were loud. It wasn't hard to figure out the type of person her original owner/abuser was. She was normal with everyone else in fact, she was more than normal; she was in love with everyone else.
When I saw pictures of Daisy for the first time there were scabs everywhere, open wounds, fleas, worms; pretty much anything you can imagine.But something struck me about her.AndI wanted to meet her when she was healed a little bit more. I figured that if I met her, and liked her, what I would do is get my place set up and unpacked before I brought her home. So I, along with the three youngest members of the family I was leaving behind decided to take a two hour drive up to where she was located just to see if she was ok with me and ok with kids.
I was super excited to get there, everything went great and I was approved to adopt her.I was mostly surprised at how normal she looked (I guess that right word would be healed). I told the woman that I wasn’t ready just yet to bring her home and it was going to take about a week before I could. She then informed me that Daisy still wasn't "cleared" for adoption by the vet. It ended up working perfectly. By the time I was unloaded and settled, she was ready for her forever home.
Once I brought daisy home to her new life she was a ball of joy. We played so much (I posted a few videos of that). We bonded very fast and she became my best friend. She went everywhere with me. The passenger seat of my car was Daisy’s seat. It was everything she needed. A bed, blanket, toy, bone, water, food. She also was very smart and caught onto rules and tricks quickly. She knew other people by name, as well. I would ask her if she wanted to go see “Aunt Betsy’ (my good friend that watched Daisy a lot, when I went out of town or was sick and had to go the hospital. If I knew I was going to come home I wouldn’t call but if there was a good possibility I that I was going to be admitted into the hospital from the er or if I was going to have to have to have an emergency surgery, Betsy was always willing and WANTING to have Daisy come over. She herself had dogs so Daisy ALWAYS had a blast over there) SO when I asked her if she wanted to go see Aunt Betsy and she would go get her harness and sit by the door. If I asked her if she wanted to see Aunt Cate and Chloe (Cate’s dog) who happened to live in the same apartment building as us, I would just open the door and Daisy would go exactly to that apartment. Cate and I were so close we just would walk into eachothers apartments without knocking. However, daisy would give it away brvausr she would get to the door and scratch to get in.
We went to the dog park quite regularly and that’s when I noticed she had whip-it (a very fast breed of dog) in her. She loved playing with everyone, and every dog. When I adopted two cats, Daisy was very loving and accepting of them. No growling or barking. When it was time to rest or go to bed, she was always with me. If we were napping on the couch she would come lay directly on top of me. If it were bed time, she would climb under covers and sleep there. Hopefully this gives you a very clear picture of the amazing dog daisy was.
About 2-3 years in I noticed that when Daisy went to the bathroom she would urinate fine, and then towards the end of her urinating, it would come out all blood. I went into the vet and they took an x-ray and also took a sample of her urine. It was very clear from her urine sample there was an infection of some sort, so I had to give her a medication twice a day. The initial reading on the x-ray showed that there were no tumors in her bladder so we just passed it off as an infection. A few weeks later, I got a call from the vet who told me that although there were no tumors in the bladder, they saw what appeared to be bone cancer in her back legs.
I drove out to Michigan State University (Best Vet School in the Mid-West) where they got a lot more tests and did a lot more studies. The main Vet came out and told me that it was true that Daisy not only had cancer in both back legs along with in her liver and one kidney. They told us we could amputate as well as try chemo, but that even with that it was less than 5% chance that she would recover. They suggested putting her down right then and there and I refused. They warned me that this was going to move quickly. She will begin have seizures, she would stop wanting to go out and stop wanting to play. She would stop eating and drinking, and that eventually she was going to be in excruciating pain.
However, when we got home, she wasn’t showing any symptoms and the
รู้ที่มากคุณมานี้เว็บเพจที่ติดต่อฉัน หรือข้อคิดเห็นเกี่ยวกับวิดีโอลงหน้าเดซี่กล้า โดยเฉพาะอย่างยิ่งหนึ่งสิทธิเดซี่กล้าไปสวรรค์ ผมต้องขออภัยในการปิดใช้งานข้อคิดเห็น ก็คือการมาก hurtful/inappropriatly ทางเพศ / และคุกคามชีวิตหน้าคิด ผมมั่นใจว่าเมื่อผมทำบอร์ดความคิดเห็นในเว็บไซต์นี้ ทีมงานของฉันจะกลับไปอยู่กลางบนลบ/บล็อกเห็นลบ หัด/self-help ลำโพงและผู้เขียน การงานของฉันคือการ ช่วยให้ผู้คน ?!? ไม่ว่าจะเป็นลายลักษณ์อักษร บนเวทีหรือใน - YOUTUBE ถึงแม้ว่าจะมีไม่เคยลงอะไรบน YouTube ในบัญชีส่วนตัวของฉันเอง เพียงลงสิ่งเกี่ยวกับเดซี่บนหน้าทุ่มเทเพื่อเธอ ดังนั้น ก็ค่อนข้างแปลกลงรายการบัญชี ฉันสุจริตอย่างไม่เคยคิดว่า จะได้รับความสนใจมาก และช่วยให้ผู้คนจำนวนมากนี้ ฉันเองแม้ไม่ได้ทำ self-help/หัด โพสต์หรือโพสต์วิดีโอบล็อก แต่ด้วยเหตุผลบางอย่าง ฉันรู้สึกว่า ลงก็คือ สิ่งที่ถูกต้อง จริงน้อยอายตาได้ เสื้อของฉันคือ อะไรแต่เจียมเนื้อเจียมตัวและ definity ได้ที่ร้องไห้น่าเกลียด facy บน ถ้ามีทราบนี้กำลังจะได้มาถ่ายทำเรื่อง ฉันจะได้ไม่สวม raggedty เสื้อกล้าม (ที่ไม่พอดีกับแต่ไม่ทิ้ง เพราะฉันรู้ว่า เป็นถังที่สวมเมื่อย้ายเดซี่ตายลง ผมคิดว่า สิ่งที่ฉันกำลังพยายามบอกว่า จะเห็นมากในอารมณ์ดิบที่เกิดขึ้น ข้าพเจ้าถามกรุณา ถ้าวิดีโอนี้ไม่ได้ช่วยคุณ ไม่แสดงความคิดเห็น ถ้าคุณสังเกต ฉันไม่ มีวิดีโอของเดซี่ หน้าทั้งหมดเธอ และฉันไม่ได้วางแผนในการเปลี่ยนแปลง เรียกให้ฉัน whore สนใจ เพราะคุณเห็นมากกว่าของผมกว่าเดซี่ โทรฉันดอกปิดฉันสวม บอกฉันว่าน่าขยะแขยงฉัน โดยการลงรายการบัญชีนี้บน youtube อย่างไรก็ตาม ถ้าคุณดู youtube น้อย คุณจะเห็นว่า นี้ไม่ได้โพสต์แรกของสัตว์ถูกวางลง นี่ไม่ใช่ครั้งแรกที่คนลงเศร้าบางสิ่งบางอย่าง ในแบบฟอร์มจริง มันเป็นเพียงการช่วยให้ผู้คน ถ้าต้องการความสนใจ หรือจะ เป็น whore อาจได้ลงวิดีโอของเพียง จะเต้นรำรอบทองและชุดชั้นใน ไม่เกี่ยวกับ ME. นี้เป็นเรื่องเกี่ยวกับความสัมพันธ์ของฉันกับสุนัขของฉัน น่าตื่นเต้นน่ากลัว/ต้น กลางสวยงาม และสิ้นสุดที่ heartbreaking I posted a Tribute Video however even though it was made with a lot of love, time and effort; it never really told the story of Daisy’s life, from the very beginning to the very end. I hope that maybe after you read this you/and the people who have a lot of negative things to say will have a better understanding of why it ended the way it did. It all started when I was about to move into my own apartment by myself after living with a family of 9 kids and the parents. I knew I was going to need some companion because when you live with that many people and then go into an apartment without ANYONE, you are fore sure going to get lonely. I decided to be proactive and find a dog that needed a good home. I am not one to search for a purebred, or a dog that is so cute and sweet that you know will get adopted. I really wanted to find a puppy/young dog that REALLY needed someone to love him/her. A dog that everyone knew was going to get passed by because it was so bad off. About a couple months before my search,Daisy was going through her own "move as well". The story that was told to me was that at around 5 weeks of her life, when her eyes were just starting to open consistently, and start making those cute puppy noises, one day, a runner, who was doing her daily run one day, stumbled upon a big white fluffy cotton looking thing wrapped in barbwire. Turns out, that it was Daisy and her sibling that had washed ashore from the lake. The runner of course grabbed them both, Daisy was no more than 5-7 lbs. and her sibling would have been the same however she was so bloated from the water she weighed close to 20 lbs. By the time the runner got them both to the vet, the vet immediately suggested Daisy to be put down due to her injuries. But he said, when I said the words "put down" Daisy opened her eyes real big, saw the vet and her tail flopped a couple times for the very first time. He got this feeling that this was one of those dogs that had the will power to make it if given a chance. They started the debridement of all the dead skin/tissue and carefully started to remove the barb wire. It only took minutes before they realized they were going to have to put her under to do all the work needed to be done.The vet came to the conclusion that the jerk that had them since birth, didn’t want to take care of them, and instead of taking them to a local shelter, took it upon themselves to wrapped daisy and her sibling together in barbwire, and throw them into the water. With the current rather strong, they washed ashore within about 15-20 minutes or so, and because Daisy’s snout (mouth/nose) was facing out of the water she had a chance in making it. Her sibling however drowned.
She pulled through the surgery just fine, and started getting better each day. After she was well enough to be semi-released (released to a "recovery foster home") she was released there to continue her care. By 12 weeks she was a completely new dog. Her only “scar” that was notciable was that she was afraid of a certain type of man. Big, tall, thick men who were loud. It wasn't hard to figure out the type of person her original owner/abuser was. She was normal with everyone else in fact, she was more than normal; she was in love with everyone else.
When I saw pictures of Daisy for the first time there were scabs everywhere, open wounds, fleas, worms; pretty much anything you can imagine.But something struck me about her.AndI wanted to meet her when she was healed a little bit more. I figured that if I met her, and liked her, what I would do is get my place set up and unpacked before I brought her home. So I, along with the three youngest members of the family I was leaving behind decided to take a two hour drive up to where she was located just to see if she was ok with me and ok with kids.
I was super excited to get there, everything went great and I was approved to adopt her.I was mostly surprised at how normal she looked (I guess that right word would be healed). I told the woman that I wasn’t ready just yet to bring her home and it was going to take about a week before I could. She then informed me that Daisy still wasn't "cleared" for adoption by the vet. It ended up working perfectly. By the time I was unloaded and settled, she was ready for her forever home.
Once I brought daisy home to her new life she was a ball of joy. We played so much (I posted a few videos of that). We bonded very fast and she became my best friend. She went everywhere with me. The passenger seat of my car was Daisy’s seat. It was everything she needed. A bed, blanket, toy, bone, water, food. She also was very smart and caught onto rules and tricks quickly. She knew other people by name, as well. I would ask her if she wanted to go see “Aunt Betsy’ (my good friend that watched Daisy a lot, when I went out of town or was sick and had to go the hospital. If I knew I was going to come home I wouldn’t call but if there was a good possibility I that I was going to be admitted into the hospital from the er or if I was going to have to have to have an emergency surgery, Betsy was always willing and WANTING to have Daisy come over. She herself had dogs so Daisy ALWAYS had a blast over there) SO when I asked her if she wanted to go see Aunt Betsy and she would go get her harness and sit by the door. If I asked her if she wanted to see Aunt Cate and Chloe (Cate’s dog) who happened to live in the same apartment building as us, I would just open the door and Daisy would go exactly to that apartment. Cate and I were so close we just would walk into eachothers apartments without knocking. However, daisy would give it away brvausr she would get to the door and scratch to get in.
We went to the dog park quite regularly and that’s when I noticed she had whip-it (a very fast breed of dog) in her. She loved playing with everyone, and every dog. When I adopted two cats, Daisy was very loving and accepting of them. No growling or barking. When it was time to rest or go to bed, she was always with me. If we were napping on the couch she would come lay directly on top of me. If it were bed time, she would climb under covers and sleep there. Hopefully this gives you a very clear picture of the amazing dog daisy was.
About 2-3 years in I noticed that when Daisy went to the bathroom she would urinate fine, and then towards the end of her urinating, it would come out all blood. I went into the vet and they took an x-ray and also took a sample of her urine. It was very clear from her urine sample there was an infection of some sort, so I had to give her a medication twice a day. The initial reading on the x-ray showed that there were no tumors in her bladder so we just passed it off as an infection. A few weeks later, I got a call from the vet who told me that although there were no tumors in the bladder, they saw what appeared to be bone cancer in her back legs.
I drove out to Michigan State University (Best Vet School in the Mid-West) where they got a lot more tests and did a lot more studies. The main Vet came out and told me that it was true that Daisy not only had cancer in both back legs along with in her liver and one kidney. They told us we could amputate as well as try chemo, but that even with that it was less than 5% chance that she would recover. They suggested putting her down right then and there and I refused. They warned me that this was going to move quickly. She will begin have seizures, she would stop wanting to go out and stop wanting to play. She would stop eating and drinking, and that eventually she was going to be in excruciating pain.
However, when we got home, she wasn’t showing any symptoms and the
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