Daphne had been thrown into a reservoir to drown, but was saved by a neighbor of my sister-in-law. My wife agreed to provide Daphne with a home. This was particularly difficult, because Daphne had a bad skin disease that gave off a putrid smell and required frequent baths, medications, and topical ointments. Eventually the disease got so bad that nothing we could do would diminish her pain, and so we sadly put her to sleep. Daphne was a very sweet dog. We acquired her on December 24th, 1996; she died on February 19th, 2001.
