My beautiful boy Frappe
I adopted Frappe at the age of 12 , he was funny and loving. He followed me all over.and he had the cutest wiggle in his walk as he was walking away. He loved to share an apple pie with me even though he only got the crust.I noticed he started having trouble with his back legs as he was getting up then he didn’t seem to want to finish his food and he was losing weight just wanted to sleep then spitting his joint supplement chew that he used to love to eat when I took him to the vet she said he could get xrays but that he could die at any time. I didn’t want to put him through that I held him and told him he was a good boy and how much I loved him It has been so hard I hold his urn every day , talk to him and cry every day, the hurt is terrible I just want him back .
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