Del, we will never forget you.


About Delaney

We first laid eyes on Delaney in early December of 2000. She was a 4-year old rescue and we had to go pick her up from the Dayton Scottish Terrier Club of America. She was unrecogizable as a Scottish Terrier. Her hair was long and unkempt, totally full of knots. When we reached down to pet her she would immediately hit the floor, going flat on her stomach. She just assumed she was going to be hit. Del had been terribly abused by her owners. She trusted nobody, and would growl and shy away from anyone who tried to touch her. It would be over a year before she would even lick your hand. She had no idea how to love or show compassion. When we brought her home to meet her new brother Poe, she growled and nipped at him, generally making him miserable for several months.

Over time, Del learned that we weren't going to hurt her. She slowly and gradually warmed up to us, but it seemed to take forever. When she finally opened up to us, her incredible personality was revealed. She was a fiesty, tough, animated, energetic little girl, albeit one with a giant chip on her shoulder. She had the most amazing eyes and expressions that just spoke to you. When she wanted something, she never hesitated to let you know with a yelp and a nudge of her nose. In fact, she came quite proficient at using that nose as a battering ram. If a door was left even slightly ajar, you could soon expect Del to come barging in to see what you were up to. To make matters worse, she taught her brother the same trick.

Some of my fondest memories are of Del and Marianne arguing in the morning. Del was always hungry, and she didn't hesitate to let you know it. Marianne would be getting ready for school, and Del would be at her feet, bouncing around looking up at her, tail wagging, with an occasional yelp thrown in. Marianne would tell her it wasn't time to eat yet but Del would have none of it. She'd bark, snort, and ram Marianne's leg with that nose of hers. Marianne would tell her to wait. And so it went, back and forth, two stubborn girls going at it. I was usually under the covers, safe from the fray, smiling.

Del was a fighter. She didn't back down from anything, whether it be a bigger dog or a terrible disease. A couple of years ago we took her in for a vet appointment and found that she had an abdominal mass inside of her. We'd had no idea. She'd been at the beach all summer and hadn't shown a bit of discomfort. Her spleen had to be taken out, but she was as good as new in a month or so.

Then, last fall Del fell ill again. This time it was cancer, and she had to have a 9-pound tumor removed from her little 25-pound body. After surgery, pancreatitis set in and it was really bad. She was at MedVet for several days, and at one point the doctor told us that we shouldn't hold out much hope, that Del didn't have much of a chance. She could barely hold her head up, and we basically said our goodbyes. The next morning we called to see how she was, and incredibly we were told she was sitting up. Stunned, we went to see her and were thrilled to see she was much better. The doctors were shocked and Del was quite the little celebrity among the vets and staff at MedVet. Everyone was just amazed that she'd fought through it and came out alive. Del was a little miracle dog. She came home a few days later and just kept recovering until she seemed as good as new.

Unfortunately, the cancer came back and this time it had spread to her bladder. In January 2008 we were told that Delaney had 4-months to live. You would never had known it as she was as perky and vibrant as ever, hopping around, standing on her back legs asking for treats, just generally being Del. The 4-months passed and she was still going strong. Once again Del was beating the odds. Then, in late August, she started showing signs that things weren't right. She started to decline quickly, eventually stopped eating and our local vet told us that it was time.

We lost Delaney on September 8th, 2008. She was nearly 12-years old, and we were with her as she passed. She was wrapped in an old robe of mine that she loved so much. You know, Marianne and I learned more from her than anyone can imagine. Her determination, resiliency, and lust for life were inspiring. Once she learned that we loved her, her loyalty, compassion, boundless energy, and sheer will-power made her a remarkable pet and the perfect companion.

I'm sure we'll look down for her when we walk in the door as long as we live, and we'll miss her presence in our lives forever. She's gone, but she will never, ever be forgotten.

We loved that little dog so much.

Delaney at Sunrise in KDH

Crab hunting on the beach

On the beach in the OBX

Delaney on the Deck

'Til Then . . .

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