Memorial book · with love

Endless Love with Daisy

Beautiful years together, lovingly kept in a gentle book.

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8 pages

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Page 1
The day Daisy came home, she was a tiny golden bundle in a basket. She looked at everyone one by one with her big brown eyes, then climbed into Emma's lap and fell asleep. That day a new heart began to beat in the house. Nobody knew it yet, but this little bundle would write one of the family's most beautiful stories.
Page 2
As Daisy grew, she became the joy of the park. She chased balls with her ears flying in the wind. No matter how far Emma threw the ball, Daisy brought it back with a wagging tail. Then the two of them lay in the grass and gave names to the clouds. “That cloud looks like you,” Emma would say. And Daisy would lick her cheek, which meant “yes.”
Page 3
In summer they went to the seaside. Daisy barked at the waves, ran away, then barked at them again. She loved knocking down sandcastles, but no one could ever be cross with her. In the late afternoon, as the sun turned orange, the family sat together on the beach; Daisy's wet fur smelled of sand. Those summers stayed inside them all like a warm sun.
Page 4
When the leaves turned golden in autumn, Daisy's favourite game began. Emma raked the leaves into a big pile, and Daisy jumped right into the middle! Red, yellow and orange leaves danced through the air. Their laughter filled the whole street. The neighbours smiled from their windows: “Daisy's making it rain leaves again!”
Page 5
On rainy days Daisy curled up at the end of Emma's blanket. Emma read books and Daisy listened; sometimes she snored. On the days Emma felt sad, Daisy rested her head on her knee without asking anything. Sometimes the best comfort isn't a word spoken, but a warm heart beside you. Daisy knew that better than anyone.
Page 6
The years went by. The fur around Daisy's nose turned white and her steps grew slower. Instead of chasing balls, she now loved lying in the sunny corner. Emma would sit beside her and stroke her ears. They went on slow walks together; there was no need to hurry. Every step trod softly on the memories they had gathered together.
Page 7
Some love doesn't go from one place to another; it only changes shape. Emma likes to imagine Daisy running through a soft meadow full of flowers beneath a rainbow. There, her ears fly in the wind again and her tail spins like a propeller once more. Each time, this picture warms Emma's heart a little more.
Page 8
In Emma's room there is a memory box holding Daisy's collar, her favourite ball and photos of them together. Sometimes she opens it and tells the memories one by one. In every story Daisy runs again, barks again, cuddles again. Because love never ends, Daisy. We will always carry you in our hearts.