Farewell to Frankie

I am sad to announce that today, July 26, 2008, Kristen and I made the decision to put our little pug, Frankie, to sleep. At best guess, he was about 15 years old.

Kristen got Frankie as a rescue dog in February of 2006, just months before we met. At that time he could climb stairs, jump off the couch, and do just about anything... but his favorite activity was to lay his chin on your leg (especially near a laptop computer, for some reason) and just stare at you. By the time Kristen moved from her one bedroom upstairs apartment to the two bedroom ground floor unit that we currently share, he could no longer navigate the stairs or make it off the couch without a serious face plant.

In the year since our marriage, he has been deathly sick twice, and his condition was continuing to deteriorate to the point where nothing we were doing could really make him feel any better. To be sure, there were tears shed as we went to the Vet's office, and while, selfishly, we'd both rather have him with his now, we know in our minds and hearts that we did what was best for him.

And so, this afternoon, we have come home to a home that is a little emptier, but the love of our little guy will be with us forever. We are so thankful to God for the blessing that Frankie was to both of us.

Kristen told me that someone once told her, "Dogs sleep so much because they love so hard." Frankie, having loved us so much, has earned his rest.

We love you, Frankie... and we will miss you always.