Curmudgeon's Corner

Darby was only ten years old but it was apparently that time when she was needed elsewhere for more important things. As is always the case, no one was really able to understand her too early departure. Those who knew and loved her were simply left to ponder the imponderable and what it means to each of us in our individual private thoughts.

She left behind a sibling, Roxy, and a grieving family. She also left behind a cadre of friends, self included.

Darby had, until very recently, led a carefree life with the loving family of which she had the good fortune to be part. She lived in the country and was free to enjoy the beautiful out-of-doors. She and Roxy quarreled from time to time, but who hasn’t quarreled with a sibling? Her Mom and Dad had to correct her once in awhile, but who’s Mom or Dad hasn’t had to do that with us? Darby’s Grandpa and Grandma were very close to her, as well. Truth be told, they spoiled her a bit now and then, but that was bound to happen when Darby looked at you with her beautiful dark eyes.

She was a wonderful friend. She didn’t expect much more than a casual word or two, and maybe a little back-rub. She made it a point to say “Hi” to all her friends whenever she walked into a room. She wasn’t boisterous except for those rare occasions when Roxy caused her to be a little louder than she liked when forced to defend her turf. Oh, and she loved having her rump scratched!

As you may’ve already determined, Darby was a four-legged person. She was a beautiful, sleek-coated 10 year-old Black Labrador who should’ve had another five to seven years with her loving family and friends. But…that wasn’t to be. So now we reflect and try to comfort her immediate family while we all keep those “stiff upper lips”.

And someplace there may just be a new brother or sister for Roxy (the cutest English Bulldog you could ever want to see).