May 2 came and went without celebration or any special thoughts by anyone but me. I walked to Darby’s grave and thought about the sweet little dog that enlightened my life and frustrated me to no end. I still have not built his memorial as I cry whenever I get near his grave. In all of the dogs that we have brought home for foster since Darby, I have been adamant that they cannot in any way resemble or act like Darby.
I still miss Darby. I still think of him and I still wonder if I could have done more to protect his life. But it is odd that I think of him on his day of death more so than I even know his day of birth. He came to us without us knowing his actual birth date. But he is the only dog in my life that I have ever separated from in which I did not get to say goodbye or get to hold as he exited this time and place.
I miss Darby. I can’t express how much I miss that destructive but sweet dog.