It only seems like yesterday when I blogged about the arrival of Frida into our lives, and now 13years later I’m writing that she has passed away.

It has been an incredibly strange few days with no Frida. While she wasn’t a noisy dog the house seems so quiet now. I didn’t realise how much of a presence she was in our lives. If you went to the washing line she went with you. Every time I cooked she was sitting beside me. She’d follow us into the bathroom and wait while we showered. Now that constant presence has gone and the silence is deafening.

These videos are how I like to remember her.