On June 14th my darling boy had his 14th birthday, and exactly a month later he went to the Rainbow Bridge. Frisco had dementia and in the past few weeks he declined so quickly. So quickly we didn't even realize at first that that's what was happening. I am so sad for him.  He was disappearing - the dog I knew was becoming lost to dementia.  When we were at the vet and they gave him something to help him sleep, it was like he was released. I realized just how badly he needed to rest. 



Frisco really was my baby. He was the reason I woke up every day. We were together nearly 13 years - me and Frisco and Mom. He loved his Grandma.



I loved his smile. I loved to watch him run around the backyard.  I loved the way he would sit on the couch with me and roll on his back and snort and wait for me to rub his belly. I loved to look at his beautiful brown eyes in the sun. I loved our car cuddles and our time living together with my mom.  And most of all, I loved the content look on his face when I would cradle him and waltz around the room and sing his favorite songs to him. 



You're the song that the tree sings , when the wind blows. 

You're a flower 

You're a river

You're a rainbow 

I loved you the first time I saw you, 

And I always will love you 

Frisco.