For the past twelve years we’ve had a little “shadow” named Darby. We found her on the internet in Ft Walton Beach, Fl where she was living in a foster home. The foster “mom” said she was quiet, looked like she had been mistreated by some bigger dogs, but had a great personality. As we got acquainted, we found some strange things about Darby leading us to believe something in her past must have impacted her significantly. For instance, when we tore off a sheet of aluminum foil Darby ran out of the room. She didn’t like to be hugged or squeezed or kissed and would even snap at you if you were brave enough to try. She was playful and had a bounce in her step as walked around the back yard. Her tail was usually curved up over her back and her ears perked. She had big brown eyes that seemed to stare into your heart. She didn’t like children after they got big enough to walk around and chase her so we had to lock her up when the grandchildren came to the house.
The vet estimated she was about two years old when we got her so she was around fourteen years old. Her health had began declining; she had a significant heart murmur that caused her to cough frequently and then she started having seizures. We put her on medication for that thinking maybe she could stay with us for a while longer, but she didn’t do well on the meds. This morning she had two seizures while on the medication and really over the last two weeks or so her condition declined rapidly. So, after today’s seizures and watching her stumble around trying to walk we knew it was time for Darby to leave us. She had been by our side for years, so we wanted to be with her when she was put to sleep and it was tough. But it would have been an injustice to keep her with us in misery so we’re all better off (or we will be when we get over losing her).
Thanks for the memories and good times Little Girl!