Frodo Died.

Frodo Bagadonuts June 10, 2003-Dec. 9, 2009
My husband and I just came inside from burying our darling Frodo Bagadonuts. We buried her next to her daughter, Little Jerry Seinfeld who was hit by a car nearly four years ago. Frodo was only six-years-old, and we can't imagine what must have happened to her. She started acting out of sorts and puking Monday morning, and then today she was in a near coma, barely breathing with a shallow heartbeat and rousing only to dry heave. We tried to force water into her mouth with an infant medicine dropper, but I'm afraid it was too late.



I cherish Frodo for so many things. She was honest-to-God the sweetest dog on the planet. I always talk about how dumb my dogs are, but my goodness are they loyal and loving and as much a part of our family as any of the humans. The day we got Frodo I watched her delicate one-pound body hop through the grass like a grasshopper. We watched her attack moths and her shadow and plush toys for what seems hours. At least she was doing something; we were just amused watching her play. And I called HER dumb!



From the second I was pregnant, I'm convinced, Frodo knew it. She was always in my lap and lying around with me for the weeks I didn't yet know, and then for the remainder of my pregnancy, she was a mommy's girl through and through. It was only a little while before I had Ethan that Frodo had some babies of her own. She and Cosmo became parents a month before Ethan's due date. It was from that litter that we got Little Jerry. She and her parents were great pals and such a comfort to us. I don't care how shallow it is...when you've had a shitty day, sometimes you need the love of a dog.



As you can imagine, this is all a bit much for me right now. I feel like I'd be better off getting in bed, but as Frodo slept with us nightly, this will not be easy either. Plus, I just don't think that a blog could do Frodo justice. I miss her.