Good Bye, Miss Frida.

My post from yesterday on Instagram:

As if this day couldn't get any worse, we lost our loveable Frida-girl this morning. I made this

piece when our two dogs were puppies (Frida is the blonde one, you can catch a couple of images of her farther down the feed). Wow did they put us through the ringer in those early days! Wasn't a day that went by where there wasn't a mess to clean up or something in our house wasn't chewed to holy hell. Frida though, came into her own as a smart and loving dog, a dear companion to me and Jen throughout our marriage. 


When we first took her and her brother home, while living in Beaver Dam, Wisconsin, we were told their names were "Tiger" (Diego) and "Fozzy" (Frida). In some small-town diner we decided to rename them. We threw out some gems like "Chips and Salsa" and "Barts and Farts" ...those were good for a laugh, but it was "Frida and Diego" that really seemed right to us.

Goodbye, Miss Frida. We will miss your bright and endearing presence profoundly.

Jen's post from yesterday on Facebook:

One of the most agonizing days of my life. It's one thing to wake to horrible news and wrap your head around what your work day will be like. It's another knowing you're losing a loved one. Our fuzzy white dog Frida died today. She and her brother Diego look different but are from the same litter. We started our marriage with them. Watched them as puppies run fields in Wisconsin. Laughed as they pissed on Wall Street as adults. And got sentimental as they curled up on Hugo's bed in their senior years. 

Evan has been an attentive caregiver the last couple days. He knew her time had come this morning, but as work duties called, Frida made the call for us, and died in Evan's arms as he carried her to the car for the hospital. Diego is sure to shred the house as he realizes his lifetime partner is gone. RIP our sweet, smart, and extra barky Frida. Give the Chinese delivery guy in heaven the greeting he deserves.