Daisy Brindle Laseter

Daisy Brindle Laseter

February 2014 – June 11, 2026

It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of our sweet baby, Daisy. She lived a long, good life filled with moments of adventure, love, and lots of naps. For twelve years, Daisy kept our home safe and joyous, never leaving us with a dull moment. Our family will be forever grateful for the time God allowed us with her. I would like to share a couple of stories to commemorate her life.

The day we knew Daisy would fit right in with us was when she stole my dad’s foot long Subway sandwich off the table, only leaving a piece of lettuce. My dad had just sat down for lunch, Daisy begging for scraps as usual. He received a phone call in his office, which my mom asked him to go answer. While he was gone for maybe a minute, Daisy had managed to snag the entire sub sandwich and devour it. Upon my dad’s return, he found a single piece of vegetable at the feet of our tiny, less-than-ten-pound, Boston Terrier. We still laugh about it to this day.

As many know, Daisy was a complete and total “daddy’s girl.” My dad was her entire world, and we all knew it. They spent much time together on the couch watching TV until they both inevitably fell asleep and snored so loudly you could hear them from across the house. Daisy also had a deep regard for my mom. If Daisy was sick or her allergies got too bad, my mom was suddenly her best friend. It also helped that my mom fed her and gave her the medication she needed for her allergies. Daisy accepted John Quinn and learned quickly to stay away from his reaching hand. She did like that she got to lick his left-over food bowl after breakfast and dinner. But me? She tolerated me. I was six years old when we brought Daisy home so, naturally, I did what any six-year-old girl would do with a new puppy. I tied Barbie dolls to her back with my hair ribbons and tried to make her ride around in my brother’s wheelchair. As we both grew up, she did learn to love me. She licked my tears away after watching “Wonder” and “All Dogs Go to Heaven.” She let me hold her when my parents had to take my brother to the hospital again. She even snuggled up close to me during naps these last couple of years. I don’t know if it was the pup cups or the back scratches, but whatever it was, I am so thankful we grew so close these last few years.

Daisy was truly the sweetest, funniest, and definitely the sassiest dog we knew. She was ferocious to perceived threats and gentle to those she knew as her “pack.” Daisy is, no doubt, snoring away in heaven, after a long day chasing chickens of course. We will miss her dearly on earth but are looking forward to meeting her again in heaven. We love you Daisy.