I never thought I would do a follow up for my latest article.
But then again, I never thought I would write this article after probably what I would now call the worst day of my college life. Or more so the worst weekend of my college life.
Yes, I’m talking about finding out Deacon, my beautiful half Siberian husky half golden retriever mix dog of 13 years, has passed away January 19, 2018.
From the moment I found out, I have been on and off crying for... hours.
When I wrote my last article, I knew he was alive and doing OK. But now as I write this from a dogless house, it’s now settling in that I lost a family member.
A family member who has seen me at my best and at my worst.
A family member who’s seen pretty much all of my injuries that I have sustained in my life. Yes, I mean all four of my broken arms.
A family member that knew how to cheer me up.
A family member in general.
I lost someone dear to my heart.
This is definitely one of the hardest loss I’ve dealt with, especially since Deacon is a part of my immediate little family.
I was a sobbing mess the entire way back home for the weekend. When I finally worked up the courage to tell my friends, I first told my friend Sean. He called me the minute after a told him.
We talked for half an hour, and it made me feel better.
Throughout the weekend, I got messages from family members and friends. Even friends that I don't keep in touch with but they knew Deacon had a big impact on their lives as well as my own.
So with that being said, I love you and will always miss you, Deacon.
As I end this article a sobbing mess in my dorm, you truly are and always definitely will be...my good boy.