It’s been a month. Today I decided to “close” the WhatsApp group where I started updating my family and some friends about Frida. The group started on February 10th, when a “mass” was discovered. I have been reading again the chat, the conversations, seeing the pictures, the video, it’s like reading a diary. My thoughts, feelings, the support, the love, everything is there. I have been crying, not for Frida, but for me. I realized how much I suffered through this entire process, how much I cared for Frida, all the things we did for her. I feel so proud of every single thing I did, and I would do it all over again. Constantly there’s a mention of how loving she was in return, of how docile, how grateful she seemed all along the way, even during the worst moments. I know that Frida, Mark and I were a match made in Heaven: we couldn’t have asked for a better dog and she couldn’t have asked for a better home. Frida was a fantastic dog, but she had many health issues since a young age. If she had had another temperament it would have been a miserable journey. She always needed care, and it was easy to take care of her. And well…. worry is my middle name, so I was always there to detect whatever was going on. If Frida had lived with little or no attention, she wouldn’t have lived 6 years. She would have died of that anaphylactic shock she suffered after a wasp stung her when she was 1 year old.
I’m so grateful for having had her in my life. Her death has left me with a new experience, with so many life lessons. Despite the sadness of not having her around anymore, I feel my heart so full of love. Little by little tears give more room to a sweet smile that comes to my face when I think about my furry girl. My grieving journey hasn’t been a stormy one. I have given myself time to cry, to laugh, to meditate and pray. I have given myself the chance to find joy in short runs, in colouring a book, in baking and trying new recipes. Little things that give me so much joy and make me feel at peace.
I have re-read a wonderful book called “Dejame llorar” /”Let me cry” by Anjie Carmelo (I don’t think there’s an English version of her book, and saddly no re-prints of it either) and there is a part where she talks about “redefining death”, and basically she points out that if we can get rid of the fear that surrounds death and conquer that fear, it actually becomes one more tool to go through life in a better way and feeling more complete. She also mentions how dying is not a failure or end, but rising to a new, less limited reality. And finally when we realize that death is not an enemy, but the means that will lead us to be closer to our beloved, departed ones , we can actually visualize it as a friend. I guess I was kind of feeling these things some time ago, because this is a drawing I made last August.
I came to terms with the idea of letting Frida go when the time came, rather than fighting a fight that I was not going to win. However, it’s never easy. It’s not easy to let go the ones we love.
And after all, we had a beautiful, Christmas, surrounded by our love for
each other, family and friends. Our Faith has helped us so much along the way. It’s not about understanding, it’s about trusting. Today I still feel the empty spot she left in the house. Her mat and her favourite toys are under the Christmas tree, and a candle lights her little memorial. In time these things will be gone, but Frida’s presence is in the most important place: In my heart, where her loving soul left a print that will last forever.