We'll need to get those worktops off the floor before Frank comes. You know he'll piss himself silly all over them.
Well, as it turned out, Frank paid his last visit to our house this very evening. In the gloaming, there was just enough light for Bert to make ready his little grave.
Jazzer was distraught. She'd just made a very hard decision but the right one for Frankie.
He was nearly eighteen years old. That's a long time for a dog. A dog that lived with one family and one home for his entire life.
Guarding the younger members of his family. He was around four then. Already a regular visitor to Nellybert's.
And this was on his first visit.
Scared of nothing. Frank faced up to other dogs, cattle, cats, horses, goats and...
pigs...
Dear Frank. We will never forget you.
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Rest in Peace, Frank.
It is so hard to lose them. I still dearly miss Fergus, and Maxwell The wonder cowdog.
I'll pass that on Brig. We never forget any of our dogs, do we?
That last photograph says it all.
Lovely doggy. Know how you feel having recently lost ours.
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