Yesterday morning I had to say good-bye to Freya. It turns out the intestinal problems she was having was from lymphoma. Over a 48 hour period she went down hill fast and my vet and I decided it was time. She was about 14 years old and lived with me for 12 years.
I miss her so much! I can't type this without crying. She was my lap cat and my little shadow. She helped me in the garden (she supervised) and lay on the desk next to my monitor. If I read a book, she was in my lap. She was a talker, always commenting on something and we could carry on conversations. She loved to give kisses and thought my face was dirty and needed cleaning on a daily basis. I can't believe she's gone. Furrari looked for her yesterday and called and called. She was his buddy too.
In loving memory of Freya,
Freya (the little one) with Furrari
Freya in the front garden
I miss her so much! I can't type this without crying. She was my lap cat and my little shadow. She helped me in the garden (she supervised) and lay on the desk next to my monitor. If I read a book, she was in my lap. She was a talker, always commenting on something and we could carry on conversations. She loved to give kisses and thought my face was dirty and needed cleaning on a daily basis. I can't believe she's gone. Furrari looked for her yesterday and called and called. She was his buddy too.
In loving memory of Freya,
Freya (the little one) with Furrari
Freya in the front garden