I lost my buddy yesterday

This is what Frankie was like in his prime, before the five leg surgeries, PT, medications, lost eye, and more. Before the arthritis wrecked your body and the cancer came, you were freer.

I love him. He was my first dog, and I just can’t express the grief. I would give anything to hold him one more time. To tell him I adore him.

I’ll miss you, buddy.