Miss Darcy died this morning and my heart is broken. I've cried all day and just when I think all my tears have been shed, more come.
Mike was away and I called our son who was at work. He came immediately! Bless his boss! His wife's sister who is a Vet assistant also came.
I was a mess and Billy sent me inside.
When it came time to prepare her, I brought out my favorite red, fuzzy blanket to wrap her in and left them to attend her.
I chose a spot in the garden area and Billy dug for hours. Billy's wife, Brittany, got off work early. She works for a Veterinary and they insisted she leave early to come to be with us. What a blessing!
We buried her with her bones that she would carry around and around the yard whenever she wanted extra attention. We prayed and I thanked God for her, that she had been in our lives and was such a wonderful pet.
Billy had given her to me over 8 years ago. She would have been 9 this January, having lived almost two years longer than a Great Dane's lifespan. She was never sick; never in pain and lived a full life knowing that she was greatly loved, by me, Mike, the kids and all the grands as well as some of my friends who knew her as a Gentle Giant.
I will miss her terribly and have felt so lost and empty today but God heals all my hurts.
Here are some pictures that I have of her. I called her "mama's big girl", "my prancing pony" and sometimes "Darcy Mae". She was the best!