Going Home, June 29, 2019

Frankie died June 29, 2019 from Pneumonia or Lower Respiratory Infection.  We fought for 80 days, did all we possibility could, took him to the best veterinarians, tried various drugs, gladly spent the money and much more to help him recover.

We'll miss his antics and his determined personality so much.

Thank you all his friends who delighted in his stories.

Hello, Frankie, how are you?

I am great!  This place…this place is fantastic!  Where is this?

This is where you’re meant to be.  We’ve been waiting for you.

Am I dead?

Your body was no longer needed.  Your spirit is forever free

Can I still have carrots and dandelions?

Of course! 

And Mom, is she here?

Someday, just not today.  We’ll wait for her, too.

Why am I here instead of home?

You finished your work.  You are special. You chose to help a human soul.  The human path is never easy.  Your human needed your help.

But now she is alone.

She is never alone. 

Can I still help? 

You can help.  Visit her dreams.  Whisper she is not alone. Be her comfort. 

I will.  Every night!  Thank you for waiting for me. Thank you for waiting for her.

We’re glad you’re here. Now, if you haven’t noticed, there are dandelions to eat, lawn chairs to push and fences to topple.  Go get ‘em, Frankie!

They will never know what hit them…..