Daisy was twelve, sick, and eligible only for hospice adoption. Daniel resisted, unable to understand why I would invite that kind of heartbreak. But I knew Daisy didn’t need saving—she needed comfort. She needed warmth, dignity, and a place to rest. And somehow, so did we. That day, Daisy came home with us.
When Daisy’s time came, our hearts broke—but they were open again. She stayed only briefly, yet she healed something deep within us. Daisy reminded us that love doesn’t have to last forever to matter. Sometimes, it just has to be real.
