Hi Every Buddy. It's me, Franklin the Bordernese.
I don't have funny stories or snicker snorts today. My best friend, Harper, has gone to Heaven to be with Faulkner, The Original Dog.
I will miss him lots.
Faulkner taught Harper to walk on stairs, and Harper taught me how to walk on stairs. None of us lived in a house until Mom made us part of her family.
I told Harper all my secrets.
He didn't feel so good yesterday. He hardly moved. He stayed on a doggy bed next to Mom while she worked on her laptop.
She says she'll miss him even more than she does now when the weather gets chilly at night. He slept with her and would put his back up right against her back, really close. It made her broken back feel better. She said he was like a big furry heating pad.
Last week he couldn't get in the bed anymore. His legs were too weak and shaky.
Mom asked me to tell you this quotation from a poem by W.H. Auden: He was my North, my South, my East, and West, / My working week and my Sunday rest.
Harper, Mom and I will miss you so much.
Okay. I love you. Bye-bye.