Frenchie, my love.

A tear of sadness escaped my eye, rolled down my cheek, dropped quietly to the ground. Holding memories of friendship and love it shined, as sun embraced it the tear continued to roll. Deep down into the earth it went, through darkness and uncertainty it run then finally stopped. From all directions came holding shards of light, little creatures of magic, gathering around. They gently touched the tear with their magical hand, the place suddenly was filled with bright light and hope, and through eternity a voice was heard: "We never really die, you know, we always live in the heart and mind of those we loved"