A pet’s death is devastating. I continue to mark time by the anniversary of my German Shepherd’s passing in May 2011.
My sister’s beloved dog, Frank recently passed away, at the ripe old age of sixteen.
Frank was a rambunctious, black ball of puppy fur when I first met him–with sharp baby teeth that he frequently exercised on various parts of my body.
Toward the end of Frank’s life, my presence elicited only barks and distrusting growls. Frank’s senses were faded–he was 112 in dog years. He could discern changes in his environment, however.
No doubt Frank chewed up articles of clothing; barked at inappropriate times; dug a few unwanted holes in the backyard; had accidents before being housebroken–typical dog behavior.
There’s no laugh track here, but I’d venture to guess, after grief runs its course–memories of Frank, playful mutt that he was, will bring smiles and good memories to his pet parents.