We put Mr. Darcy to sleep Sunday evening. His megaesophagus had resulted in pneumonia. He had refused to eat for several days, and would not even drink towards the end. The husband and I are both extremely sad about this. He had been in our family for over ten years.
Mr. Darcy showed up in our neighborhood on Easter Sunday 2001, and we took him in. We found out several months later that he had been being fostered nearby. The woman he had been with was in the hospital and her husband says that Buddy (former name) “ran away”. I don’t think any of us believed him, due to lack of collar, etc… From day one he was happy to see anybody, wagged his tail nearly non-stop, and loved to play. He was my constant companion, who followed me around the house for years. To say that he will be missed, doesn’t quite seem to cover it.
Mr. Bingley seems to be okay. He’s a bit more restless, and I catch him wandering around the house more. He’s clearly looking for Darcy. I hope this doesn’t result in a depression for him.
Thanks to all of our family and friends who have been so lovely to us over the last six months. We’ve been a bit pre-occupied. Your understanding has been much appreciated.