Now is the time to write about Freya, my partner in crime & grime. We as a family got Freya back in April 2016 as a rescue from Dogs Trust when she was four months old. Freya bonded with the kids straight away; it took longer for her to bond with me. I don’t know why it’s just how it was. As the days and weeks went on she started to come around, I found her staying by my side more and more, maybe it was simply because I fed her and walked her or that I was with her more than anyone else. Wherever I went Freya was by my side, my shadow
This is going to be a hard post for me to write, one that I hoped I would never have to. Anyone who has ever let an animal into their lives knows the joy they bring to your life but ultimately that joy comes at a cost. I have recently had to pay that cost and I have been torn in two by grief and pain. My constant companion, my shadow, my partner in crime and grime Freya has gone to sleep and I wasn’t ready, I’m not ready for her to go.
It’s been a few weeks now since I took Freya to the vets for the last time. It all happened so fast, I don’t mean the end I mean her decline. We came back from holiday and collected Freya from the kennels and she was happy to see us. After a week she started having accidents while sleeping she simply didn’t know what was going on. The vet diagnosed Canine Cognitive Dysfunction (doggy dementia) yeah dogs get it too, who knew? I didn’t but I soon found out.
Freya may have come into my life as a pet but she soon became a much loved family member and the thought of life without her was unthinkable. We are now coming to terms with that reality. Freya was my assistance dog she constantly checked on me whenever I dozed off and would snort in my face to wake me if I didn’t react to her sniffing around my face. She knew when I was going to have a hypo (I’m diabetic) and she would warn me.
