Francis
Francis blessed my life for almost 12 years, before having a stroke, and losing all control of his body. He was terrified, and there was little to no hope that he would ever improve. I made the decision to end his suffering, although it breaks my heart. I keep looking for him in my house, forgetting for an instant that I will not find him. I go to bed without him beside my pillow. I take my bath, without him sitting on the bathroom rug. My heart feels crushed. I can only hope that he is somewhere now where there is no pain, and no infirmity. I love you, Francipants. I will always love you.
