Zachary named her Daisy. A simple name, befitting her gentle, quiet nature. Daisy learned his pace, his patterns, and the quiet patience with which he worked. She never barked or flinched at the bigger animals. She watched with her grave eyes. Sometimes, he swore she understood more than people gave animals credit for.
Other keepers teased him. “Got yourself a sidekick?” they’d laugh. Zachary shrugged, pretending indifference. Inside, he cherished the companionship. Daisy was the perfect partner. She simply followed, loyal in a way he couldn’t describe. After closing, he sometimes lingered just for her company.