Dear Franks,
It has been one year today since I helped you stop hurting. I miss you very much, and think about you often. You would like your little brother Folsom very much, I tell him about you often. I passed some of your toys to him, but kept your chicken saved back just for you. Your ash urn sits on the entry table right on the spot you constantly tinkled on, I figured that was 'your' spot. Can't wait to see you again and hold you tight. You have your own blog now, so you will always live on and so others will see your cute puppy face.
Love, Your Papa
http://frankieskitchen.blogspot.com
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Very sweet boy!
Franks RIP. So, so sweet, Papa.
We do love or little pals, don't we?
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