Daisy will always be ours...

...but sadly we decided to let her go somewhere that was better for our little girl. Ever since Noah came to us Daisy has been a little left out and as a result has become more and more mischevious. She also didn't get the exercise and the stimulation she so needed. It would have been more selfish to keep her thinking that we might move over seas on day. With a broken heart we decided to put a little note up on the Hunters association webpage and after a few days a man called Alf answerd. He and his wife Gunda came to see Daisy and immediatley fell in love with her. We thought long and hard, and prayed to God, and made this very difficult decision. Our little friend Daisy would have it so good with them.

Here's me, Noah and Daisy chillin in the bed on of the last mornings. If you only knew how hard this is for me, I cry right now as I am writing this! Daisy has been our dog for almost 3 years and we have made her to what she is. She is a wild dog with lots of energy, but she is always the happiest little dog with the biggest heart that could never hurt anybody. One week before Alf contacted me about her, I prayed a little prayer to God because I didn't know what to do. I can seriously tell that Daisys new owners are people that are send to me by angels. Friendly people like them you will rarely run into.

Noah said his goodbyes too, in his little special way. They just recently started to get to know eachother.

My little girl in my arms the last night. If you knew how lovable she is. All she wants to do is to cuddle and roll up to a little pretzel under the blanket in the bed. Ohh I miss her so much right now.

Bart said goodbye too. I even think he will miss that wild dog!

Alf and Daisy are playing tug-of-war. A nicer man that this 71 one year old hunter with a heart of gold is hard to find. The first time he saw Daisy he immediately lifted her up in his lap and whispered in her ears: Are you going to be my little girl? It was love at first sight.

When we got there they had a very nice dinner prepared for us. This was the appetizer.

Daisy got comfortable right away and tried all the lazyboys out, one by one. They gave her treats and bones and told us that Gunda just started knitting a little shirt for her to where this cold winter. How much love and attention is Daisy going to get? She is going to be there little child I think!

When I look into her eyes I am wondering if she now is thinking why we left her. Maybe she is just waiting for the day we will come to get her back? Will she ever understand why? If she only knew that we did this because we love her too much and that we just want the best for her.

Alf and Gunda live right in the forest and has about 150 meters (160 yards or so) to the ocean. That day it was very windy and the waves where very high, as you can see here. Alf brought the binoculars (kikaren) and we got to see the beautiful scenery. We went for a walk in the neighbourhood. Daisy had lots of fun in the snow and was happy as always.

I got to borrow Gundas fur hat. Not very cool looking, but very warm and cozy.

Here's Daisy with her new grandfather (Bart said that him and I will always be her mom and dad).

The street they live on is called Solskensvagen (the sunshine road). To me that symbolises happyness, friendlyness and love, something that I know Daisy is always going to be surrounded with.

Dad Bart one last time with his girl.

Here's Gunda with the coffee and cookies. Really wonderful people them two.

Daisy is already enjoying her new house. Here she is chilling in her little bed.

Now it has been 32 hours since we left her. When it was time to leave we put our coats on and Daisy was standing there ready by the door. Now it just hit me, this feeling of now the time is here. My eyes started to water up and my heart started to ache. Gunda picked her up so that she wouldn't run after us and I gave Daisy a hug and a kiss. Alf came with us out to the car and asked if it was hard to leave her . I looked at him and started to ball my eyes out. He gave me the biggest hug and said to think of it as them just taking care of her for us for a month (the time we decided to try it out). He promised to give me a call at least once a day so that both Daisy and I could be calm. We sat down in the car, backed up and waved goodbye. I cried and I cried and I am still crying. Will I ever stop crying? Did we give up too easy? We will go there in a month and see her again.