DEACON'S DALTON
7/1/99-9/18/08
My dear, sweet Dalton, my
handsome-handsome special-special boy has gone to join Tess,
Hunter, and Reveille at the Rainbow Bridge. The
hemangiosarcoma bullet that we thought we'd miraculously
dodged 6 months ago came back and affected his liver and
this time there was no miracle.
Dalton was only 9 years old and had
been with me almost 6 years. He was my second foster dog
who went to an adoptive home but was returned after a few
months. I'll never forget the day I picked him up and
pretty much knew right then that he'd never be leaving
again. I remember looking down at him, and him looking up
at me intently, and saying to him, "You're going to break my
heart, aren't you?" And if he could have talked, he
probably would have said, "Yeah, but think about all the
wonderful times we'll have until then!" And we did . . .
and he did.
Wendy Allison