I normally don’t get very personal here on Sarah Hearts but my heart has been heavy all week as I’ve tried to go back to business as usual but it’s been so hard. So before I get back to my regular posts, I really wanted to share a bit about our sweet pup, Darcy.
Last Saturday, while we were in Atlanta for my brother’s wedding, we got news that Darcy passed away in her sleep. I am so thankful for Kevin and his strength because I know I couldn’t have taken that phone call. We thought Darcy was about 9 or 9 1/2 but really hadn’t thought we would have to think about this for quite some time. She had just had blood work and an annual visit at the vet and passed with flying colors, so needless to say, this completely caught us off guard.
We cried. And cried. And cried.
We adopted Darcy from a local pet rescue in November of 2011. We had been married for three years and had just gotten back from an anniversary trip to San Fran. While on the flight home we decided it was time for us to finally get a dog. As soon as we got home from the airport, I looked at pet rescues online and quickly found a listing for Darcy. I immediately filled out the application and within a couple of days she was ours. As soon as we brought her home she found a cozy place next to my desk and fell asleep. My home office soon became her favorite room in the house and my desk became her dog house.
I’ve been blogging full-time, and working from home full-time, for the past two years so Darcy and I had become good pals. She was my sidekick. She was in my office while I worked, in the kitchen while I cooked, and at the barn while I rode my horse.
I know everyone says this about their pet, but she really was the best dog I’ve ever met. You could leave the house with food on the coffee table and she wouldn’t touch it. She never once got on our white couch. She could go anywhere with us without a leash and she never once had an accident in the house. She was a great travel companion and rode all the way with us to Asheville, Maryland and the beach several times.
Hands down her favorite place was the barn. Oddly enough she never once was phased by the horses. I think she thought of them as really large dogs. Though she did have a few close encounters with the chickens and the cats.
After taking her there a few times, she quickly learned that when I opened my sock drawer and put on a pair of long socks and riding pants, that it meant that we were going to the barn. And this sleepy pup would run circles around me and howl and howl and howl. The barn was her happy place.
I’m just so, so thankful for the almost three years we spent with this sweet pup. It’s been just so much fun. And as Darcy would say, “Aroooo roooooo.”