Time To Say Good-bye
Quincy the Coonhound passed away, Thursday, July 12, after a long battle with Cushing's Disease and heart failure. He was 12 years old. Quincy was a good boy. He had an engaging smile that spread from one coonhound ear to the other. He also had a howl that only a mother (and dad) could love. He enjoyed "taking the sun" on the deck and eating. And although he rarely showed excitement on the outside, I know that he was excited on the inside as he ran at the dog park with his sister and spent time with his dad at the coffee shop. Along with his parents, he is survived by his sister, Gracie, and his little brother Joe Cocker. He was buried between two red oak trees planted by his dad on the grounds of St. Scholastica Monastery. He will be missed. Quincy had a wide range of interests. Quincy sharing his space in the car with his sister. Quincy and Gracie waiting for a treat. (I'm pretty sure). P.S. Quincy came to us from the Ah...