I lost my good and faithful pet last night. Darla was a 16-year-old Boston Terrier who'd been with me through thick and thin. She was like my fourth child, and was an excellent pet to my children. Below the picture of her, you'll see her new resting place in our backyard.
The old gal always did her job to the best of her ability. When my husband (King Rufus) traveled for work for long months at a time, she never once failed to alert me of strangers driving up the long dark driveway. She knew all our friends' vehicles and would stand by the door to greet them. Darla guarded her house and people with fierce attention. She patiently put up with the indignities small children will heap upon a pet. Her love and devotion were unconditional. She was a friend. A part of my family.
I will miss her. I picture her now running free as the wind, once again chasing birds and squirrels on strong young legs, free from pain and old age. I couldn't have asked for a better pet.
*Goodbye, my friend.*
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