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This song sums it up for me…. grab a tissue and share with me, I’m sorry if it will make you cry. This blog is going to be sad, but I have to post it. It’s part of the process I think eh? One day I will come back here with a smile and re-read them all and feel my sweet boys love.
This is my sweet baby boy a few hours before he went to the bridge… His eyes told me .. it was time. Please tell me you see it too… it is so hard to make that decision. Hard to believe it was the happy dog running with his ears flapping just a week before! He and Maggie had a steak dinner before we left. On the car ride, we stopped by Dairy Delight and had an ice cream cone… We were beside him… all the way. Maggie sat behind him … our vet said that she was watching over him. The vet got right down on the floor with us, we were sitting and lying on Franklin’s favorite blanket. He stroked Franklin’s head and said “sweet guy, I knew you would be back soon after what I saw in your xrays”.
The doctor had to use 3.. yes.. THREE injections to get this sweet boys heart to beat for one last time. After the first shot, I thought to myself.. STOP!! he’s not ready to go then.. STOP!!!! But it’s his lungs that failed him… not his heart. His heart was strong.. so damn strong!!! His heart was so full of love that it had a strong armor!! He didn’t feel the last two.. cause he was sleeping peacefully beside me. The vet had to inject it directly into his heart. After the second one, the vet just shook his head and said “what a tough little guy, he just won’t give up”. So he had to do a third one… and we stroked him.. and talked to him and loved him up to the very last moment. I kissed and nuzzled the side of his face one more time after he was gone.. and we wrapped him in his blanket. He had the heart of a great dane, a mastiff, a saint bernard in that sweet soft 40 pound body!! ♥♥♥♥
Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama’s in the kitchen, baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you’re missing
Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep, but you’re not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you’re missing
Pictures on the nightstand, TV’s on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you’re missing, when I shut out the lights
You’re missing, when I close my eyes
You’re missing, when I see the sun rise
You’re missing
Children are asking if it’s alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?
Morning is morning, the evening falls I got
Too much room in my bed, to many phone calls
How’s everything, everything?
Everything, everything
You’re missing, you’re missing
God’s drifting in heaven, devil’s in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops