We had to say good-bye to our fur-ever friend, Frankie, earlier this week.
13 years & 22 days with the world’s greatest dog.
So lucky, yes we were.
Smart and hilarious, I found him at the Humane Society of West Michigan. More about his adoption story here. In his honor, we are going to pay it forward and sponsor the adoption of another mutt for a another lucky family. He was all about sharing and I think he would have appreciated that.
Frankie arrived when our boys were 6 & 14; He was a first class salesman (he always got the order), champion bed warmer, professional greeter and happiest .. near us.
We enjoyed a great weekend with the kids & grands by the grill (his favorite), not knowing it would be his last.
He developed a vestibular disorder suddenly, which as traumatic as it was to witness, had to have been terrifying for him. But I know in my heart that our presence, our touch, our kisses, tears, sorrow and hugs .. served to comfort him in his hour of need.
Thankfully, the situation was short-lived.
I’m grateful for that.
Thankfully, we were home.
I’m grateful for that, too.
It was obvious we had a decision to make that, as sad as it was for us, was absolutely right … for him.
He deserved no less.
And so we stayed with him as he passed on, petting him, kissing him, whispering words of endearment that will never be enough to say all that we really felt.
We bucked up, carried on and, with tears streaming down, did our best to convey our gratitude to the kind of friend you wish could stay in your life .. fur-ever.
Rest in peace, sweet boy.
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” ― Will Rogers