White Dog pressed against me. "I still get sad when I think about Darby," she said. "I wonder how different things would have been if she had not been such a meteor in our lives."
Darby, aka Daisy, came to us as part of the Hospice Foster Program. She was 17 years old and her people had surrendered her to our city's animal welfare because she was old. It was right after the New Year in 2015. Darby was depressed and heartbroken. Plus the city had done a dental on her that was not healing; she was in pain.
We were warned when we brought her home to the White Dog Army that she was snappish and fearful. In consulting with our beloved Dr. Julia we decided to wean her off of the overload of pain medication so assess whether she would do better less muddled. She did and showed signs of feeling our love.
Darby was only with us three days. The changes and heartbreak were too much for her. The entire WDA mourned her abrupt departure and sang her a Warrior's Song as she was taken to her final rest by the Foster Coordinator.
She is proudly a member of the White Dog Army Tribute Wall and we believe that those three days were filled with love and family inclusion enough to allow her to cross the Bridge in peace. We feel her spirit with us at times and wonder, like WD said, how different things would have been had she stayed longer.