Moving Miss Daisy

One of the saddest parts of taking my new job was having to find Daisy -- the dog that I inherited after my dad died -- a new home. I was having a hard time finding someone to take her when by luck I found an opposing attorney's secretary whose mother's dog had just passed away. She needed a new dog. The lady has 5 acres of fenced-in land, so Daisy should be right at home exploring her surroundings. Daisy always pushed me to take her out on walks twice a day -- once in the morning and once in the afternoon. Hopefully, Daisy will find happiness in her new home.

Another bittersweet ending to my life's transition.