…I’ve been MIA for the last two days dealing with a very sick Frances
Frances was our beloved dog for over 14 years. It was just a few days ago that I announced that she turned 15 and little did I know that 5 days later she would be gone. It is never easy to have to make the decision to put down an animal. We both knew that the time would come when we would probably have to make that decision. Apparently very few dogs die naturally.
My husband always said that Frances was his dog but we had a special bond of our own. When I came home from work she would always greet me at the door and even in retirement she would come to me for walks. She loved going to the cottage with me, when Kevin couldn’t and she quickly learned that I had a soft touch when it came to doling out treats. Kevin always gave her liver treats before he retired for the evening but as soon as he went upstairs she would start on me. She knew she could break me down if she was persistent enough and she was persistent.
A couple of weeks ago I ran into a neighbour who was out walking her second dog. Her first dog had passed away a couple of years ago. Frances and Pichou were puppy friends. She was amazed that Frances was still with us and she declared that Frances was the last of the six or seven puppies that hung around together in the summer of 2007.
Every time we have a dog, my husband firmly announces that there will be no more dogs when the present one goes but this time he started thinking about the next dog he wants to own. This time I’m the one that says no more dogs (for now anyway). I was hoping that travel would be in the cards for us and having a dog just complicates that. It will seem odd though not having a dog in the house. We’ve had dogs for the last 38 years. Who do you think will win this argument?
….on this day, August 26, International Dog Day I am dedicating this page to Frances
Frances came into our lives over 14 years ago when she was only two months old. My husband has always said the she is the best dog he’s ever owned. I say he because Frances is truly my husband’s dog but in the last few years when her energy levels dropped and she was only interested in short walks I’ve become the dog walker in the family.
The last photograph on my Lumix Panasonic is of our dog Frances sunning herself on our deck on March 31st.
On my iPhone the last photos in March are ones that were sent via WhatsApp and landed in my Photos page. These two are my daughter-in-law and granddaughter, Sevin. In the second shot you can see the new shiner that Sevin is sporting. She’s just learning to walk and she took a tumble and fell on the edge of a chair.
The last photo that I took on my iPhone is just before I got back in the car after our hike along the Etobicoke Creek on Tuesday.
We decided as a family this year to celebrate Christmas in our homes and connect via Zoom. On Christmas Eve, early in the afternoon our kids drove to our house to drop off and pick up gifts. Gaelan ordered special donuts to share with everyone. It was not a particularly nice day but our meeting took place between rain showers so we also managed to get in a walk to to the park at the bottom of our street.
Everyone wore their masks, some more festive than others and some of us wore our special hats and antlers.
I even got Frances to get into the festive spirit for all of 10 seconds. My husband said she’s slowing down in her old age.
Our get together was short because we all had to get back home and do a Zoom Christmas with Brendan and his family in London, England. It was Sevin’s first Christmas and it was fun watching her open her gifts from the family.
…my Frances is getting old but she still enjoys a dip in the Lake
I love walking to the beaches over at Col. Sam Smith Park but Frances is finding the walk a little too long so I helped her into the car and we drove as close to the park entrance as possible. She must have sensed that we were going somewhere special because she walked quicker than she normally does.
She wasn’t disappointed. She headed straight for the water. Ah, heaven!
We’ve owned three dogs during our married life. The first two were Golden Retrievers. We had Abby for almost eight years before she passed and Scully lived to the ripe old age of 15 years and 40 days. My husband always said that when Scully went we wouldn’t get another dog…..until he met Frances.
Frances came to us as a puppy because our oldest daughter who had been working from home got a brand new job that required her to leave the house every day. Not ideal for training a new dog. My husband agreed to look after her until a new owner could be found but after one week with us he couldn’t give her up. She is now 13 1/2 and has slowed down considerably.
Frances, in the eyes of my husband is his dog and will always be Top Dog.