I had moved from alaska and my daughter stayed there with deamon, I know he was depressed when I left because I was actually his Mom in his eyes. He fallowed me everywhere in the house and outside.
He was a two and a half old when he got hit by a car. We still dont know why he went to the road since he had never before done that. But traggically I got a phone call at 2 am with my daughter histarical that deamon had got run over and died. He will be missed greatly.
Deamon: play in the clouds, have fun like you did before, chase the mice like you love to do...we will be together again, another time another place baby boy. Watch over my daughter as well as you can. and please come see me when you have a moment and we can talk like we did before.
I love deamers and will never ever forget you!!! We will never find another baby like you. You are one of a kind bud.