Frisco, my family’s dog since I was 15-ish, passed away yesterday after a short battle with congenitive heart failure.
So I am deep in mourning. :(
Frisco was so important to my life. My family moved for the first time after my freshman year of high school, and I was devastated. I was so shy and introverted that I could NOT imagine how I was going to make any new friends. We got Frisco shortly after moving and he really saved me. Having a dog truly makes life better; what is there to fear when the dog is standing guard? Who needs to worry about friends when there is a faithful companion always waiting at home for you? He gave me the happiness and confidence boost that I needed as a teenager to hang in there.
And he was funny, too.
He was a purebred Australian Shepherd, once destined for the show ring, but then his freckles grew in and those “aren’t allowed.” So he was sold off and eventually given to us by a family friend when he was 9 or 10 months old. (And we LOVED his freckles). He was very smart, learned lots of tricks, and protected his family… like the time my cousin Jonathan was tickling me, and I screamed, and Frisco came to bite him in the butt. :)
It’s difficult for people who haven’t loved a dog to understand the depth with which one can love a dog. Frisco had such a distinct personality and was always so loving and cuddly. He was a brilliant family dog who kept us happy and safe.
I drifted away from him since I had to leave for college and the rest of life, so this doesn’t feel 100% the same as when Barney, my first childhood dog died, but I am still incredibly sad. My little sister is 12 (well, 13 as of today, weeeeird), the same age I was when Barney passed, so I know exactly how much this sucks for her and wish there was something I could say to make it better. But there isn’t anything. Our dogs are irreplaceable and leave a hole in our heart, and I can’t believe I’m not going to hear Frisco barking at the door when I go visit my parents anymore.
I’m sad and hope you excuse the multitude of pictures. It’s nice to have the memories saved.
He was a good dog.