My dear friend informed me not too long ago that her wonderful boy, Deacon John, has gone ahead to the Rainbow Bridge. Deacon was a stray who was cared for by Jane's daughter and her children until Jane's beloved Boston Terrier died at a VERY old age (he was much loved and well cared for). Jane was at a loss without her companion of so many years, and her daughter brought Deacon to her. He was such a love-kitty. HUGE...shorthaired, but with the size of a Maine Coon. Playful, alert, smart...just a really, really good cat. We referred to him as "Hekitty's cousin. A year or so ago he was diagnosed with diabetes, and Jane learned how to give him his meds, and he did well. Alas, as cats so often do, he was able to hide his pain and sickness from her recently until the very end. She rushed him to the vet, who diagnosed advanced cancer, with euthanasia as the kindest thing. LORD IT HIT ME HARD!
Rest you gentle, Deacon, dream you deep. Your pawprints are on my heart forever.
Rest you gentle, Deacon, dream you deep. Your pawprints are on my heart forever.