Freyja died one year ago today. She was 14, and very sick and old. We had her pts at my parents house... she is buried there...
If you are new to this sort of loss, this grief -- yes, I think a year later you still feel it. But it changes with time, it gets duller.
Freyja was a wonderful dog. She was so well behaved. We got a puppy last July who is not well behaved and Hathor perplexes me. But Freyja-- if you told her "no" then she wouldn't do it. EVER. Everyone loved Freyja. In part because she was so well behaved.
She was a gentle dog, too. Very lady-like. No rough play for her. Although she did like to play chase. And she had her favorite toys: the hand (a puppet thing), the ball-sock (a ball inside a sock). She didn't like raw hides, or dog biscuits. She had terrible teeth, in part because of that. We had to brush her teeth. She didn't mind much. She liked the taste of the doggy tooth paste.
She loved the snow. LOVED it. She would go out in the snow and bury herself in it. She would use her snout as a shovel and fling snow all over with it.
She liked to be brushed, except for her butt. She did not want anyone to touch, brush, wash or look at her butt!!!

She was so beautiful and so good. I have resigned myself to always missing her.
If I had my druthers, I'd spend the day crying and looking at photos of her. But we are moving today into a new house. So maybe ya'll can cry a little bit for me, and say a special prayer for a special dog who has been at the bridge a year now.
--Jennifer