My darling Frankie went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. It was completely unexpected and I didn’t see it coming at all, which makes it that much harder.
Some of you may remember I took Frankie in as a foster last Spring. She needed 30 days of seizure watch, and she was severely emaciated. She was also going through heat (even though she had been spayed after giving birth), so there was that. I was just starting my second cookbook and wasn’t looking for a new foster, but after the 3rd email the foster team at Dumb Friends League sent out with her adorable face, I went for it.
She quickly because best friends with Elmer and I fell right in love with her. Although I couldn’t officially adopt her until the seizure watch was over, I knew within the first few days that this girl was mine.
Look how sweetly she snuggled with Elmer! (And note the silly t-shirt diaper I made her wear while she was in heat lol)
Frankie was sweet and smart and also that rare dog who didn’t mind being dressed up!
She was obsessed with squirrels (that’s what she’s looking at so intently in the picture above) but she was also crazy about chasing beams of light, very much like a cat. That’s what she’s doing here, as she perches precariously on the edge of the couch.
She didn’t seem to understand that Elmer’s dog bed was too small for her… but this picture really sums up her personality: Happy and silly!
She definitely knew all the toys were for her…
And the couch. The was absolutely for her!
This dog was all about love. She loved her people fiercely, and I was lucky enough to be her #1. She had a rough start in life when her first family left her at the shelter, but I tried to make up for that. I told her all the time how much I loved her, and she returned it. Not with words of course, but with kisses and by burrowing under the blankets to keep me warm at night, and by being so excited to see me when I got home from work that she would pee a little 🙂
She was only 2 1/2 years old and I thought I had so much time left with her. She had her first (with me) seizures in September and I put her on medication and I hoped she would continue to live a long healthy life, as many dogs with seizures do. Unfortunately, they took her from me yesterday, after only 8 months together.
My heart is broken but I’m so grateful for that time with her. She loved me with her whole heart, and I loved her the same. She was my ride or die and I will miss that sweet little pibbleface forever.
Goodbye Frankie, and rest peacefully. You were more loved than you could ever know.
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