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Farewell to a fur-ever friend

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 as a wee one

Frankie as a wee boy

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.

Frankie's last grill night with us .. just last Saturday.

Frankie’s last grill night with us .. just last Saturday.

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.

Frankie finds contentment easily

He enjoyed cuddles like this one the last night of his life

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.

Frankie’s farewell … an emjayandthem (C) photo

 “If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” ― Will Rogers

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Lessons in the snapshots of life

Forget what hurt you in the past. But never forget what it taught you. -Anonymous

When I read this quote, I immediately knew what I wanted to write about.

Like my post they’re in our way for a reason,  it’s true that those who hurt us often have the most to teach us.

When someone dismisses what I can contribute, I learn to be more discerning with whom I share my talents.  Think of opening a bottle of wine .. it’s best to just let it breathe.  Not everyone deserves some of what I’ve got.

When someone reaches for me only to tell me what I can do for them, I learn they do this because I’ve probably allowed it before now.

When someone speaks with little regard to my feelings, I learn that my shock, awe and silence could have been misinterpreted as permission.

A friend asked me recently why I don’t actively promote my blog among colleagues and my answer surprised both of us, “Because when people I’ve never met tell me that my words resonated with them, I know I’ve crossed the divide that separates us  … and we’ve connected because of it.”

Connections. That’s all I need. And that’s the lesson in the snapshots.

.:: image from holliedonnelly.com ::.

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