Day 21,911

Evie Day 180

Good morning! It is 12 September 2023. I wish you peace, happiness, and tacos… as they are all kind of the same thing.

A little update on our little Freya. Yesterday she took a turn for the worst, and Lisa and I are going to have to make a decision. We love her dearly, this five-pound little ball of love, but right now she is in pain and we don’t see an end to this. The diagnosis is a uterine infection, and I believe she may have had something rupture related to that issue. We’re going to have to take her in and say our goodbyes. It’s hard. She has been a source of joy in our lives, and the mom to our little floofs, Rosy and Lily.

Shortly after we picked Freya up, my dad had to go into the hospital for surgery in Salina. Freya could fit in a small bag, so we smuggled her into the hospital to see my dad. Nurses and another patient, a dog-lover, came to see this cute dark grey-and-white terrier mix, and she was loved by all. It’s always hard to say goodbye to family, but for me, it’s a little harder as I think about that moment in Salina, and now it’s like saying goodbye to my dad again, four years after his passing.

It’s all for the best. She’s in pain. We have to love her enough to let her go.

Ugh. Tearing up thinking about my dog.

I’ve had many dog friends in my life. That first Irish Setter when I was five or six years old… when she passed, I remember breaking down in tears in my second-hour class in high school. There was our big ol collie, Zack, and there was a basset hound named Sadie. We picked up our little pug, DT, shortly after the passing of Derrick Thomas, and he left us some six years ago or so.

We still have Lucy, our senior dog, a year older than Freya. We have Odin, the goliath Morkie, who was supposed to weigh about seven pounds and ended up weighing 28. We have Freya’s little girls, now two years old.

It’s never easy to say goodbye to family.

Time to get focused on the day.

I hope the world is treating you better than you deserve.

Peace y’all.