Today we finish with the furry household members with Darby. Darby is old, hard of hearing, his eyesight is going, and well he is cranky. Darby has always been cranky. He was a cranky puppy, adolescent and well just a cranky old dog.
Darby joined our family in the spring of 1996. Alan and I were in the midst of our wedding preparations when he brought Darby home. He walked in one day and surprised me with him. I thought at first it was a little stuffed toy - he was just too cute to be real, but then he wiggled and blinked and I was in love. At the time Alan and I already had a cat, a black one named Shiner. Him and Darby were soon best of friends and had so much fun playing. The cat was twice his size at first, but Darby soon caught up. Darby had some wild times in Celbridge (Co. Kildare). I remember once him and Capone got out and ran away and were gone were 4 days. We'd get a phone call of a sighting but when we got there they'd be gone. Finally a good neighbour took them in and kept them until we could collect them. I think to this day there were probably a couple dozen little Darbys running around Celbridge after that.
Darby is an old man now. He sleeps most of the time - he used to never sleep during the day. His hearing is selective - funny how he can still hear the rattle of the biscuit jar lid but yet sleep through the loudest yells and screams. He has always been my shadow when I'm home and that is still true. I trip over him on a regular basis. He coughs like an old man, and yes he farts like one too, often doing both at the same time. He loves to moan and groan, growl and bark. But mostly he loves a good cuddle before bed.
This is the ancient Westhighland Terrier
This is Darby.
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