Over time, Daisy became a bridge between memory and healing. She listened to stories about Lily, curled up during tears, and filled the quiet with warmth. Where silence once weighed heavy, there was now breathing, movement, and moments of joy.
In the backyard, where the tent once stood, flowers were planted in honor of Lily—daisies, zinnias, and blooms that seemed to nod in the wind like gentle reminders of love. The letter from her daughter now rests in a frame by the hallway, touched each morning like a ritual of remembrance.
Grief is never simple, and it doesn’t vanish overnight. But through Daisy, one mother found a reason to keep moving forward. Each wag of the tail, each shared walk, and each moment of comfort was proof that even in the hardest losses, love finds a way to remain.
The gift of Daisy was more than a puppy—it was hope wrapped in fur. A reminder that healing often comes in unexpected forms, and that love, once planted, continues to grow.