After I woke up from a long, long nap, I checked my email and found one from my friend, Sheila, who is looking after my dogs.

It was a frightening email.

I haven’t gone on a vacation for 2 years in part due to my fear Freya would finally lose her battle with cancer and I wouldn’t be there.

However, in mid-August, I convinced myself this wouldn’t happen, that I could go away and everything would be fine.

But that email said she had to be taken to the vet.  For good reasons.

It’s hard to describe that feeling you get when you hear news like this.  When I was told Margot had cancer, it was such a shock, I don’t think I breathed for a minute, my stomach knotted up and my whole body was seized with, well, the best way I can describe it is take the worst tired, fatigue you’ve ever felt over you entire body and triple it.  It’s not like needle-pain, it’s like an agonizing exhaustion.

That’s how I felt when I read it.  The email went on to say the vet had a strategy and that Freya was still happy and full of energy, so it wasn’t fatal, but it just brought out all sorts of feelings.

I keep telling myself (and others) that Freya’s been sick for a long time and that I think I’ll be ok with her passing.  I mean, I’m not sure I could have survived losing my wife and my dog in the same year but Freya held on, took her meds, continued to wag her tail and scarf down food, and while she never got better, she didn’t get massively worse.

But the truth is, losing her will be hard.

Really hard.

Thankfully, she’s in good hands right now.  Great hands, actually.  She’s getting a lot of love, food and attention.

But I didn’t get much sleep.  Try as I might, there is a great fear I won’t be there if she has to move on.  If she really starts to go downhill, I’m going to have to cancel my trip and head back.

Sure it’ll cost a ton of money but there’s no way I could chose to vacation over being with my little girlie in her last moments.

Easy choice, really.

But let’s hope she holds on a little longer.


About Joe Cummings

Aquarius. Traveler. Gamer. Writer. A New Parent. 4 of these things are easy. One is not. But the journey is that much better for the new people in my life. A life I want to share with others, to help them, maybe, to make them feel less alone, sure, to connect with the greater world, absolutely.
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4 Responses to Freya

  1. Sheila says:

    I’m sorry I scared you. Didn’t mean to. She is doing wonderfully. She is playing with the ball in the backyard — chasing and dueling young Bazinga for it (she doesn’t often win, but she is having a damn fine time playing). The girls and Tommy take her for a walk every day while I am at the lake with the troublesome young ones. And she is being positively fawned over with attention and lovesies. And you can’t even imagine the variety of food she is being tempted with. Its a buffet the likes of which she has never seen! She is not losing the battle with cancer. She is living the rest of her long and wonderful life with all the energy and sweetness she always has. She also thinks she is the queen of the house and normal rules don’t seem to apply to her.

  2. claire hatcher says:

    long live queen freya!

  3. Bev. Cooke says:

    She’s a survivor, Joe – she’ll be around for a good long time. Hang in there, have a great time, and try not to worry about her. She’s in the best possible place a doggy could be. Hugs, though, for the scare!

  4. Karalee Greer says:

    Super glad Freya is happy and frolicking and Joe can continue his human equivalent of the same! It’s like Joe’s storm blew over without lightning striking.

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