It was much to our shock and horror that Billy and I had to say goodbye yesterday, to our families most admired and respected K-9, Deacon.
Deacon suffered from arthritis and hip/dysplasia and suddenly went down in his spine on Tuesday and there was nothing we could do to get him up again.
He was 12 years old.
Deacon had come to us by way of our son, Daniel, who always told me, “Mom I want a man’s dog”. I never expected that our son would come home one afternoon with a puppy, let alone a German Shepherd puppy mix at that. Daniel knew I was afraid of the breed, due to a bad experience I had with one when I was a child. But Daniel had brought him home and there was no giving him back no matter what he was. My love for dogs over all made me swallow my fear, and pray that all would go well for us as this fellow grew into an adult.
In the end, we sincerely could not have asked for a better family companion as Deacon lead the way with such grace and dignity for others who would join our K-9 family in the years following his arrival.
Our neighborhood will be a much quieter place, especially at midnight now, without his keen sense of hearing and communication with the other neighbor dogs who keep their humans safe. Without loving Deacon, I probably would have been afraid of German Shepherds for the rest of my life.
Children that would meet us on walks through the neighborhood always thought Deacon was a real “wolf”, but he had the heart of a lamb and never met a stranger, and loved children, especially our granddaughter, Calliegh.
He was the “Leader of OUR Pack”, and the family dynamics will never be the same again. Rest in peace sweet boy!
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