Frankie

Rest in peace, darling Frankie. Though you were only with us for a month, you profoundly touched our lives, and it pains me so much that you were so unfairly taken from us. I don't agree with the decisions made, and I will always regret not spending more time with you, nor being able to do more for you. I cry when I walk outside and still see your stick by the door. I wish I had taken the time to play just another few rounds of fetch. I miss you so terribly much. There is no love like a dogs, nor the love you feel for one in return. My heart would beat so fast and joyfully at stepping outside, surprising you, and watching your tail wag with enthusiasm to match my own. I liked calling you close as I hung the washing out, occasionally dipping down to give you another scratch, and receive another lick. When I was in the kitchen, it made my day to look outside and see you interacting with the world, from the way you played with the cats, to running around the yard, to digging through the autumn leaves. Quite devilishly I would tap on the window until you noticed me, until you put your paws on the windowsill to greet me. I hope I made you half as happy as you made me.