Memories of Daisy
I first got daisy when she was eight weeks old from a pet shop. She did have a previous owner but they returned her as she Bites. She has never bitten me to her last day. I was really depressed, in supported accommodation due to my mental health, that's when I first snuck her in and kept her lol. She went through moving twice within two years, seen me at my worst.. She always managed to put on a smile on my face, I would even talk to her. She was so clumsy and she could sense when I was upset and she would do backflipp, squeaks to make me laugh. She died just under 3 years old. I knew her time to die was Spon, so I completely spoilt her, brought a massive cage, tones of toys, treats and her favourite vegetables as she wasn't eating. I would stay up late with her to keep an eye on her. The last night we had was a massive shock. She woke me up to crawling towards me whilst falling about and hyperventilating. I held her until her last breath. I miss her so much.. She was my best friend.