A Message from Darcifer…

A Message from Darcifer: The Spanish-Speaking Black Lab Beyond the Veil

Well, well, well… look who’s finally decided to remember me. It’s about time.

For those of you new to this strange little corner of the afterlife, allow me to introduce myself. Name’s Darcifer. Some folks called me Darcee but let’s be honest I’ve always been a bit darker, a bit wilder and a whole lot louder than your average good girl. Black Lab, death row survivor, fluent in Spanish, competitive as hell and currently residing in the great beyond, where the squirrels run slow and the steak falls from the sky.

Now, before you ask – no, I didn’t understand a damn word of English when I landed in that woman’s house. She kept calling, clapping, whistling and I’d just blink at her like ‘¿Y tú quién eres, señora?‘ It wasn’t until her other half started barking orders in Spanish that I perked up. ‘Ven aquí, Darcee!‘ and there I was, tail wagging like a fool. Took them ages to figure it out. Humans. Bless them.

Sir Percival, the fat smug cat you’ve already heard about and I had a longstanding rivalry. He thought he was some kind of sage. I thought he was a fur-covered drama queen. We made a fine pair. He meditated. I stole his snacks. Balance, you know?

These days, from this side of the veil, I keep an eye on things. Sometimes I send messages. Sometimes I steal clouds. And sometimes I watch over the ones who never quite figured out why they rescued me in the first place. Here’s a hint: it was never about me.

More soon. And Percival? If you’re reading this – bite me.

Hasta luego,
Darcifer