July 30, 2015

White Dog said, "It was the weirdest thing, momma, just now when I was outside I could swear that I saw a flash of Darby back behind the bamboo. When I went back to investigate, there was no one there. I thought it might be one of my sisters of Sachi, but I was the only one outside except for Zsofia and there is no mistaking HER for a little Eskie girl."

I put my arm around WD, "Maybe she paid you a visit from over the Rainbow Bridge," I said. "We feel Quinn and Taiko and Nuka and Oso lots of times here with us so why not Darby?"

Darby (or Daisy) was our first hospice foster from the city shelter. She had been abandoned by her humans right after Christmas; she was 17 years old. She was in partial kidney failure and had a horrible reaction to the teeth cleaning she had been given. She was depressed and snapped at any who tried to touch or hold her.

Darby joined the White Dog Army and immediately felt the love and comfort of being wanted. She allowed us to hold her and she snuggled with the others, especially Taiko. We fought hard to bring her back from her sorrow.

Darby was only with us for three days before she left for the Bridge. At first we felt like horrible failures but came to all agree that what Darby had come to us for was to know she was loved and not alone. Once she felt  she had a family who cared, Darby was content to pass on to the next plane. She is still part of the WDA and her portrait hangs with the rest of the WDA--Rainbow Bridge Brigade. As we tell her every night, "It is not about how many days you spent with us; it is about the connection of our hearts."

This Throwback Thursday, Darby Daisy Marie, we thank you for stopping by.