Yesterday was a hard day. The worst day. I had to say goodbye to my best friend, my baby, or as Caitlin put it, my furry soul mate. Those of you who have followed my blog for a long time will know how much this little man meant to me, and to say that I am devastated would be an understatement.
Frodo had been getting old. After his operation early last year, he’s aged dramatically. The past month or so, he’s just grown really lazy, mainly due to some arthritis in his legs. He’s been less lively. On Saturday, his back right leg just wouldn’t work, he’d stand, and hobble a little when I took him out to the toilet, but he just wouldn’t use it. So we went to the vet first thing Monday morning.
The vet believed he’d hurt it, and mixed with the arthritis, just didn’t want to use it. He gave Frodo some pain killers and asked me to bring him back in the next day for some Xrays.
I took him home, but later that day when I took him outside to go to the toilet, he pooped blood. We took him back to the vet, and he checked him out. His gums had started going white, and he could feel his liver. The vet rubbed my arm and said “You know what I’m going to say, don’t you?”
Of course I did. I knew Frodo. The night before I actually told my boyfriend that I was petrified that it was going to be the last night I spent with Frodo, and I was right. The vet didn’t think he’d last the night and I didn’t want him to suffer.
So he was given a sedative, and then put to sleep, surround by my parents and I. I patted him, kissed his face and told him he was loved, that he was the best dog ever and that I was so thankful for everything he gave me.
You know, I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for Mr Frodo. I know I wouldn’t. He came into my life, and he gave me this sence of purpose, this love and support. He was my rock. I am so thankful for everything that he’s given me, and the time I got to spend with him. What he taught me, what we shared.
People often scoff when you refer to your animals as your babies, but I don’t have children and Frodo was as close as I’d have. I can’t imagine loving anyone or anything the way I love Frodo. I’d look at him and my heart would just swell with love and pride.
He loved squeaky toys, and playing fetch. His favourite music was Missy Elliott. He loved to eat chicken and would go crazy for lambs fry (ew!). He would lay in my arms for hours, and every morning he’d wake to give me kisses and dig in the bed.
This Christmas will be hard. Mr Frodo loved Christmas, he loved opening his presents, it was so adorable. (Video below).
It’s so odd, it’s only been 24 hours and it’s so surreal. I keep going to do things, like take him out to pee, and then I realise, “oh, he’s gone”. I actually don’t remember a time when I’ve never had a dog. Luckily I have Tonka here to take care of me, and boy has he. He slept cuddled in my arms all last night.
So, RIP little man. You will forever be in my heart.
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