after four days of her being missing, today we sadly found my darling baby frida’s body. we think she was hit by a car but there are no signs of injury. over the past few days, we have literally walked past the spot where she was eventually found several times shaking our keys (she’s trained to come running when she hears them) and calling her name. i keep asking myself what if i had only gone to the bush where she was, if only i had wafted her food, if only i had listened more closely, she might still have been alive and i might have saved her. i can only hope it was swift and painless. she was such a happy, cheeky, healthy, friendly girl adored by all of our neighbours. i keep thinking of the scene in fleabag when she says “i don’t know what to do with it” “with what?” “all the love i have for her. i don’t know where to put it.” i haven’t stopped crying all day. she was my best friend, she followed me everywhere. i don’t think there’ll ever be a time when i put my keys in the door and don’t expect to hear her bell jingling as she gallops down the stairs to meet me. if you have any advice on grieving a pet, please let me know. i’m absolutely hearbroken to have lost her.
