…There will always be a question as to who really rescued whom.
Two weeks ago we shared that our beloved Franzie was ill.
We had a stretch of warm weather that had him rallying a bit and we took advantage of this gift to enjoy all of his favorite things.
Walks.. err… rides around the neighborhood.
Watching the ducks at the local park.
Enjoying his first ice cream cone.
You can view the funny video HERE.
But despite all this I could see the pain increase in his eyes.
He valiantly still tried to follow my every move. But his legs began to give out more and more.
This past week I carried him everywhere so that he could continue to do what he loved best~ be my faithful companion.
Franzie was never a vocal dog.
He would lift his right front paw when he wanted to be picked up.
This and many more sweet, small signals between us became our own love language.
A few days ago he warmed his old bones in the dappled sun while I planted a few spring flowers.
Even with such pockets of happiness my heart knew and began to shatter at the unspoken words I did not want to hear.
My beloved friend lived the truest meaning of unconditional love and loyalty everyday.
Nothing I did for him will ever equal this precious gift that Franz gave to me.
He will be deeply missed.
The very best thing I can do in Franz’s honor is to encourage you to adopt a dog (or other animal) that nobody wants.
The neglected and abused.
The older dogs.
If you’re real special, there are also sickly dogs that need a good foster home.
I promise, PROMISE, PROMISE that they will reward you 1000 times over with their loyalty, kindness, and love.
Miss you sweet boy,