Evie Day 183
Hi folks. Today is 15 September 2023.
Lisa and I took the necessary steps yesterday to get our little Freya out of her pain. I know I’m dwelling on it a bit, and I don’t want to be maudlin or morose about the whole matter. We were blessed to have had that little girl in our lives. She left behind a couple of little girls for us to love. This morning I thought about Freya’s mornings… Lisa would get up, and leave our bedroom with Lucy, Odin, Rosy, and Lily… and Freya would stay behind if I had a chance to sleep in for another fifteen or twenty minutes, then dance for me as I got dressed, rolling over onto her back as if to say, “This tummy ain’t gonna scratch itself”.
“Spin for me, honey”
She would spin when she wanted something, a treat, or a little attention. Three times… and then we’d give her a treat, and she wouldn’t eat it until one of the other dogs, usually Odin, would show an interest in it.
The lyrics for Hall and Oates’ song, “She’s Gone” is running through my head.
In the end, she didn’t have the strength to stand up. She wasn’t there. It was just a shadow of her that was left behind. That infection took her away.
OK… time to move on.
This is my last entry for the week. Tomorrow is the day I dread. Milestone… how many days do I have left?
Some places say the average person lives about 30,000 days, other sites say about 28,500. With my heart issues, the second date is more likely for me… so another 6,600 days or so. About another 18 years. I should live long enough to see my granddaughter graduate high school.
I hope the world is treating you better than you deserve.
Peace y’all.
