Lord Farley Farkingon the Third of Dogenshire: May 2nd, 2004- August 10th, 2013
As many of you probably have seen either on facebook or instagram, our favorite shakespearean pup has passed away. Farley Farkington the Third passed on over to the other side this last weekend. Farley had developed bone cancer in his shoulder, and it spread fairly quickly to his chest and lungs. I was thankful to have the chance to see him and tell him bye, but it still seems weird to know that Farley is gone. I’ve had many dogs growing up, but none came close to Lord Farkington. Ty and Sloan have been fantastic the last 4 years for taking Farley into their family and taking care of him. It just wasn’t possible to have Farley at the house in St. George or up here in Midway. Josie was all quick to make sure I knew that Farley was loved, as she constatnly informed me that he was now “her dog.” That was perfectly alright with me! Farley couldn’t do any better than being her dog. The Farley Tribune will of course continue to hold his memory, for many years to come.
This is a post about Farley from 2005 on this blog:
“Farley Kepts getting out of his kennel I mean how bad could it be sitting in a 10 by 6 square, rain, snow, and hail fallen on you. Its like he doesn’t like it or something. Yah! I fell bad for him, all alone all night. Dark all around, its really sad when you look right in to his big brown/golden eyes. It just breaks your heart. Went for a walk with him today and right there in the road was a pile of dead deer, must have been about fifty . Ok more like six but still what in the world is that! A pile of dead deer. I mean what in the world of weekly news is a pile of dead deer doing in the road. Farley of course wanted to go over to them, so he could get a good wif of that sweat aroma coming from that pile of dead deer. Well I just walked past them and then noiticed pieces of plastic from headlights and pieces if glass. If I didn’t know any better I would say a car hit all six of them deer. After investigating those deer the Pup and me went on home ready for another wonderful day of escaping, dead deer, and of course those sad sad brown/golden eyes staring into your own eyes, makeing you heart break, intell you drop to your knees and cry like a little baby.(or puppy)”