A week ago, our little dog Frankie died. She somehow caught some kind of infection which caused an autoimmune response in her little body that began attacking her red blood cells. She went from seeming a little under the weather on Sunday evening to dead in my arms on Wednesday lunchtime. She spent her last two nights alone at the vet hospital but she spent her last morning safely in my arms until she died.
I have never been so affected by the life and death of a pet. We have all been shocked by just how much she meant to us and by the huge gaping tear filled gap we have in our hearts. When Katie was in grade 10 she did work experience at the RSPCA. That is where she met and fell in love with Frankie. Frankie had been found wandering the streets, starving, matted and scared. She was less than a year old and we don't know if she somehow got lost or was dumped or abandoned. We don't know if she had been mistreated or loved. We do know that from the moment she hopped into our car she had decided that we were her family, Kate was her very very best friend and she would give us all her trust and love.
We only had her for five short years, I do feel cheated but I know without a doubt that just as she gave us unconditional love we gave the same to her. There was no holding back, just an honest childlike love from both sides.
The other day I wrote a list of words and phrases that come to mind when I think of Frankie. Here they are:
kisses ( licks)
blonde with a little bit of ginger
big dark eyes
flirty excited tail
loved the beach
loved ginger snaps
didn't like men with beards
didn't like people with loud voices
warm little body
Rest in Peace little dog, you will never be forgotten.