Greetings everyone. Admittedly, it has taken me quite some time to come to an understanding of how profound the impact of losing my "fur-babies" would be. First Brutus and now my namesake Daisy, but I believe I am now ready to speak about how I feel and the immensely positive impact my dogs have had on my family. I lost my boy Brutus several years ago. While this feels like an eternity, his presence is still missed on a daily basis. Large for a boxer, he weighed in at over 98lbs at his healthiest, and every bit grown into the image of his name. He was big, bulky, a bull in a china shop, and just a slobbery and farty boxer mess :D. In 2018, we put my sweet girl Daisy to rest. She was my cuddlebug lapdog, who would follow you to the bitter-end without question. A certifiable genius and truly everything that is good and sought after in a canine companion. I am not sure why I resisted posting on the rainbow bridge until this point, but part of me says that I was not ready to move on. As stated in earlier posts, I relied on this site for information on ensuring my boxers were raised with the best I could provide for them, and for that I thank you all for your inputs. Frankly, I dont know how to end this post, except to say that it is with a heavy heart that I say goodbye and thank you. We gave our Daisy and our Brutus the best lives we possibly could, and I know that in my heart to be true. Apologies for the diatribe, but being that this could be my last post, I wanted to ensure I got it all out there, and wish you all the best.