Who? Darcy & John Where? Memorial wall / park When? Thursday What? Meeting with dogs Open? Ask first Rating? Low, I'd imagine.
If it hadn't been for Bingley, Darcy was quite sure that he wouldn't have even stepped over the threshold in the past... how long had it been? Forever and no time at all. But as it was, Bingley needed his walks. He had been a lifesaver for him, not just in ensuring that he got out, but in being a source of constant companionship. He was a wonderful therapy pet, and he was needed more than ever now. He sensed his master's grief, and it was his life's mission to look after him in any way he could.
Darcy had been avoiding looking at it since it had appeared, since he'd figured out what it was, but today some morbid curiosity had got the better of him, and he'd paused to read it. The quote in the middle, and then the lists of names. At first, just a blur, the word 'Sully' screaming out at him over and over as he realised just how many of Ashley's family were gone now. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach about Sarah that he hoped never came true. And then there she was - not a Sully anymore, but a Darcy. He ran his fingers lightly over Ashley's name, and swallowed against the invisible lump forming in his throat. His fingers moved to seek out Georgiana's name.
Bingley was bored, and Bingley didn't like that the big metal wall was upsetting his master all over again, and when winding through his legs didn't work as a distraction, he had a brilliant idea. He was off - running full speed across the park and barking excitedly all the way to... another dog! Another dog! A new friend! Hello, new friend!
It did work. Darcy turned, cursed lightly under his breath, and then did as best a sort of a run as he could. He didn't want to risk pulling his back again on top of everything else.
"Bingley! Bingley! Come back, stop... oh, for goodness... Bingley!" he called him, realising he had to look a bloody fool.