Frankie was my friend. He was an abused puppy whenI got him and had his problems. He and I shared good times and bad. When he got so sick and was at the vet and we decided nothing else could be done I had to make that decision. When I went in to say goodbye and stay with him, as sick as he was and on intravenous, as soon as he heard my voice he lifted his head as to say goodbye. I kissed him and thanked him for being my friendand companion. That was almost seven years ago and although I have adopted three dogs I will never forget you. We will all meet again.