Deacon - 12 July 2006 - 27 May 2011

Puppy Picture

December 2006

12 July 2007 - Deacon's First Barkday

At Angel Paws Dog Park wanting a treat

Resting on the Couch Last picture taken at Angel Paws

It is a start of a long day, my first step will be to write a this tribute to my beloved boy, Deacon. Good thing this isn't paper because I tear up some when I think about him being gone. I want to say I appreciate all the prayers and well wishers, it will help me a lot.

What was my nephew Deacon's story. Well, Deacon was born 12 July 2006. His first owner was a nice lady named Carol, who named him Laddie. Carol lived with her elderly mother and Deacon left because he loved to jump on people, which is not a good thing when you live with an elderly person living with you. She brought him back to Holmhaven crying all the way. She hoped he would find a good furever home. Dog dad found out about him and called Lil at Holmhaven, but a couple that had just lost their dog was coming to see Deacon. Lil called Dad back to tell him they had taken Deacon, but she called again the very next day, because the couple decided it was to soon to get another dog. On 10 December 2006 Deacon came to live with us in Key West.

Deacon was a loving dog, that enjoyed being around other dogs, humans and cats. Everybody was his friend and he always excitedly pulled to meet the new person and paws. He introduced Dad to many people.

Essex

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Dog Dad here: I will think of Deacon laying asleep by the side of the bed when I went asleep. I missed him coming in and giving me his quizzical look in the morning when I awoke. It seemed to say "Dad are we going for our walk now." I missed him pulling on the leash to smell something or to meet some paw/person. He was an Collie Ambassador to those he met on our walks or at the park.

On the way to the dog park later today I will miss Deacon nibbling and licking my ear on the way. I will miss him playing and flopping over at Angel Paws. I will think of him jumping up for treats as Miss Lauretta gave them away from outside the fence, or of him sneaking a treat out of someones pocket. I can see him ambling over to meet a new dog or person to say hi. Deacon was a fun loving care free spirit, I can't think of a person he didn't want to meet and lick. He was a trickster and mischievous spirit at times. He was quick to lick your face though.

He was called Deacon, Deak, the Deakster, the Goober-dog, and Silly Boy. He was a young dog full of life, that left in his prime. He left me too soon, he passed away quickly, with a crash, a yipe and a few soft barely audible whimpers. There was no blood, nothing fell on top of him, I guess he just fell at a bad angle. I loved my Deacon and this is going to be one very long day. Lord, one heck of Collie crossed the Rainbow Bridge yesterday, take care of him. I wish he hadn't been called across the bridge so soon, I wanted to spend more time with him. There is paw print inside my heart, but I think that happens to all of us that love our dogs. I miss my chum.

Dog Dad