Darla

Darla, aka Darla Paige, was my dream dog. When my first dog, Spankie, passed away, I knew I wanted a tricolored female corgi, and I had the name Darla picked out to keep the Little Rascals theme. When I contacted someone who bred corgis, she told me she didn't have a litter due for a bit, but knew someone who did. I was so anxious to have a corgi puppy that I said yes without asking questions about the puppy. She sent me two pictures after I said yes, and that puppy was exactly what I wanted. It was clearly meant to be. That little fur babe came into mine and my toddler's lives, and it was never dull for a moment. At times, I questioned, 'What did I get myself into?!' Her vet told her on her first visit, 'Darla, be good to your mom; you have some big shoes to fill.' She did fill those shoes and truly became the best little buddy I could ever ask for. She literally grew up with my toddler, who is now 16 years old. Everyone had to pet and talk to her, and if they didn't acknowledge her, she made sure they did. She was sassy, demanding, full of life and personality, loved her fruits and veggies, going for walks and car rides, getting pup cups - everyone knew her at our local coffee shop (they have a picture of her in the window), loved celebrating her birthday, the vacuum slayer, poopin' machine, Facebook famous, road trip partner, big on routine, mouthy little sweet potato. I can't even finish listing it all because she just had so many wonderful qualities. But at the end of the day, she was my soul dog. Friends joked she was the dog version of me. We had the pleasure of loving her for 11 years. Our home feels empty now, and we're just heartbroken. Darla was family. I appreciate you all for taking care of her for us. The little wooden box she came home in was beautiful, and I appreciate the timely manner in which she was able to be returned to us. Rest easy, my sweet girl; you are so loved and missed. 2/1/14 - 9/15/25