|Deacon Would Have Been Eight|
Uncle Deacon, would have been eight years old today. Dad thinks about him and his silly ways. He tells me stories about him. Things like him lifting dog biscuits out of a persons pockets. Wanting to come in, when he had really muddy paws. Dad smiles and then gives me hug. I give him a face lick, telling him it okay to remember. His collies are always with him, they are in his heart even when they have crossed the bridge.
|Uncle Deacon Being Silly in Ohio|
|Uncle Deacon's Muddy Paws|
Don't worry every paw, I am taking care of Dad. He only gets a bit sappy when he remembers Barkdays past and Bridge Crossings. He will be fine tomorrow.