I got Darcie on the 24th of October 2005. When I brought her home I couldn't stop going on about how beautiful she was. She was the most beautiful puppy I had ever seen. Full of life. Chasing the cat and playing with the kids. Always ready for a cuddle, which I loved doing. She became ill on 28th October with Parvo Virus, a cruel and deadly disease. All the nursing and cuddles in the world couldn't save my Darcie and God knows I tried. She passed away on the 1st of November at about 1am. I wasn't there with her for her very last moments. I had taken her to the vets half an hour before. I convinced myself that she was going to be coming home. There was nothing more they could do for my baby. Had I known she would never make it, I would have stayed with her until the very end. I picked her up the next day and I am now waiting for her ashes to be sent home. Losing Darcie has left me devasted. I hope she knows how much I loved her and how hard I tried. If love was a medicine that saved lives, she would still be here today. She will always be in my thoughts and in my heart. The short while I had her is worth every ounce of pain I am feeling now. I love you Darcie.