Three then two and now only one

by | Jan 23, 2023 | Dogs & Other Creatures | 17 comments

“She makes snow angels,” Keith said to the vet and her assistant as he fed liver treats one after another to our Freya dog. “We call her our Iditarod dog because of her love of snow.” Keith spoke about her amazing intelligence—she understood almost everything we said—her rule-following, and her rough start in life, before we adopted her when she was about three years old.“ There was certainly abuse before she was rescued, and she spent some time being feral. She never did give up scavenging.”  

But there would be no more adventuring for Freya. The sarcoma on her left hind leg had burst. It involved an artery and therefore was inoperable except for amputation. She also had a large tumor around her spleen. At thirteen and a half, she would not have tolerated such insults to her body. And she would not have been able to do the things she loved to do. So, our decision was an easy one.

Though later in life, she came to me for attention and care, Freya was Keith’s dog. He had adopted her from the shelter in the fall of 2012 while I was with Heathcliff in Connecticut and selling my mother’s house. Freya and Heathcliff were instant buddies. When we adopted Cato puppy, Heathcliff took on the job of teaching him the pack rules. When Heathcliff died, Freya took over. 

Now there is one, Cato, and he is grieving as we are. No more adventures together or playing bitey-face or challenging each other to the nest bed or sitting to lick dinnerplates or waiting one’s turn to go outside and “hurry up” before bedtime. For us, no more combing or brushing Freya’s thick coat every day or rubbing Vaseline on her sarcoma to keep the skin soft or giving her medications three times a day or keeping her water bowl filled or getting up day and night to let her out and inside. Now it’s her empty collar, her food bowl washed and put away, her palliative care medications ready to go back to the vet. It’s also many, many wonderful memories of our Freya dog. Her tail thumps when Keith whistled, her head butts and belly-ups for attention, her big brown eyes and wolf-like grins.

Freya’s ashes will join Heathcliff’s here on the mountain. Another heart name on my keychain.

17 Comments

  1. Winnie

    So sorry to hear this, Carole. Wonderful post. Wonderful story.

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    • Carole Duff

      Thank you, dear friend. You know, you know.

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  2. Sarah Myers

    So sad and yet also beautiful. Sending hugs and prayers.

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    • Carole Duff

      Thank you, dear friend.

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    • Carole Duff

      Thank you, Ellen.

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  3. Marianna Crane

    A loss told in a deep caring way. May Freya’s memory soften your grief.

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    • Carole Duff

      Thank you, Marianna.

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  4. keithakenny

    Very sad but the best way I could imagine her going. I was afraid she’d be out on the mountain, have an accident, and be unable to get home. She seemed to understand what was happening. Are all dogs telepathic? I sat beside her on the carpet with Carole, stroked her, and fed her treats, talking softly and whistling the songs she liked. And she slipped quietly away.

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    • Ann Kennedy Thomas

      I’m so happy she went peacefully Keith. The love you gave each other was a gift. My sincere condolences to you and Carole. 💔

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      • Carole Duff

        Thank you, Ann. And happy birthday! See you soon!! -C.D.

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  5. Morgan Baker

    I’m so sorry. The loss of a dog is huge. I can imagine your other dog is lost in grief also. Thinking of the three of you.

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    • Carole Duff

      Thank you, Morgan.

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  6. Vonetta Young

    I’m so sorry to hear that, Carole! It was such a pleasure seeing you all when there were three. You’re in my heart! (And congratulations on your book! I’ve been offline more than online lately, but I caught that news and am so happy for you for it.)

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    • Carole Duff

      Thank you and thank you, Vonetta. Wonderful to hear from you! Trust all is well. -C.D.

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  7. Lee Ann L.

    Beautiful and moving tribute. I’m so sorry for your loss. I can easily identify with this except it was cats. There was once three, then became two and now only one. Abby should have a companion buddy; but, I can barely cope with one at the moment. Maybe in good time.

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    • Carole Duff

      Thank you, Lee Ann. Our pets grieve, too, and other dogs and cats need homes. So, my husband and I are thinking in that direction.

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