I was driving home from work on Monday and I started thinking about the day Daisy died and I couldn’t get this fact, this realization, out of my mind.
The day Mathew Berry killed Daisy, I had been teaching a class via Zoom in the dining room of my apartment. He had taken Kirby and Daisy back to my bedroom and closed the door “to keep them busy” while I taught.
As I was teaching, I heard a yelp. A yelp so alarming, so startling, that it was shocking. I called out to Mat and asked if everything was okay. He stuck his head out through the door and said “Yeah everything’s fine! Kirby was just playing rough with Daisy.” But that was a lie. And I knew it then. Kirby never played rough with Daisy. It had been her that I heard yelp. My poor baby. He had kicked her. My sweetheart. He kicked my 13 month old baby.
When I finished my class, I went back to my bedroom to see and be with Kirby and Daisy. Mat was hovering over Daisy and wouldn’t let me see her or be near her. But I got a glimpse at her, and I saw her belly. And I saw a blue patch, a bruise, on the underside of her belly. And I was so confused. What was that from? Why… how could she have gotten that bruise? And now I know. Now I know it was from him kicking her. A single kick. And I couldn’t get that realization out of my mind as I drove home from work on Monday. I didn’t know then but I know now. He kicked her. The autopsy reports showed how damaged her insides had been, and it had been in the exact spot that I saw her bruise. He had torn apart her insides when he kicked her. It’s devastating to realize that. He killed Daisy. He hurt her. He forced her to suffer for hours until he knew for a fact she was going to die. And he had come over to my apartment that day knowing he was going to kill her.
Mathew Berry will spend the rest of eternity burning in hell, and I know that as a certainty. He will relive every horror he has inflicted on others for the rest of eternity in hell. And he deserves to suffer.
It’s been two years without Daisy and I’ll forever hate what happened to her, what he did to her. How the vet tech brought her body out to me and I held onto it, sobbing, knowing I’d never touch her fur again. I’d never see her eyes again. I’d never hold her in my arms again.
Daisy, I grieve your loss and I forever will. We didn’t get enough time together on this earth. I love you forever and I know we’ll be together again someday. I know you walk this earth with me, waiting for that day when I come home to you and Kirby. Until that day, I will spend my life loving you, honoring you, and sharing your story. Our story. Daisy May, my sweetheart. The day we brought you home was the absolute happiest day of my life. And the day you died was the absolute worst. I’ll forever miss you and love you and wish we had more time together. Two years without you. It’s not fair. I miss you. Forever and ever.
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