This image was taken by my son Saturday, Oct. 6th.  I had received a shocking diagnosis the week before of terminal secondary lung cancer.   I haven’t even grasped the cancer diagnosis.  She took a dramatic downward turn Sunday morning and I had my baby girl put to sleep Sunday afternoon.  She died in my arms.    No words.   A rescue pup from rural Missouri with permanently broken ribs that jutted through her fur, full of shot gun pellets, this little girl was a feral stray when I shipped her to Minnesota.  I didn’t rescue her.  She rescued me.  I’m utterly lost.   Daisy my beloved girl…….