Friday, April 13, 2012
RIP Darby the Wonderdog
As you already know if you're a writer, life doesn't stop just because you're trying to finish your book. Kids need to eat. Papers need to be graded. Dogs need to be walked.
And sometimes, those same dogs reach the end of their journey.
Yesterday, was that day for our dog Darby. Her death was peaceful and loving as could be hoped for. My husband and I were with her, holding her as she breathed her last. She was fourteen years old, and she was so, so tired.
We got Darby when she was a pup. Before we had kids. When life was much simpler. She was one of the last ties to our life before we became parents. It was so hard to let her go, and so hard to realize that fourteen years had passed.
Life is terrifyingly short.
If you're like me, you don't pause often enough to reflect on where you've been. To remember the milestones in your life--whether those milestones are as big as becoming a parent for the first time, or as small as sitting on the front porch with someone you love, counting the stars.
As we left the vet's office, my husband and I spent some time talking about the strange, winding path our life has taken. We remembered how it felt to be young together. When spending time together was enough. We talked about the tiny moments and the big moments in our lives. And how all of those moments were so beautiful it hurt.
This was Darby's last gift to us. We hadn't realized it until she died, but she held our past for us. And in her death, she gave it back to us.
So Thank You Darby the Wonderdog. You will be missed.