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“We are not signing up to watch that,” he said sharply. But I knew, in that instant, that what Daisy needed most was not a miracle—it was love, comfort, and a few weeks of happiness in a home that could give her dignity. Her quiet presence spoke to something my heart had been missing, and I was willing to bear the heartbreak for the chance to make her final days gentle.
That day, with hesitant steps and a soft whimper, Daisy came home with us. In the weeks that followed, Daisy transformed our house in ways neither of us expected. Her gentle routines, the soft nudge of her head against my hand, the trust in her eyes, gradually softened the long-standing silence between Daniel and me.
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