Freya Anderson

Obituary of Freya Anderson

Freya loved a warm lap and sunny window sills.

She was blind but did well in our quiet home and

adored her man the most of all and shared snacks with him every day.

She was a good girl and we will miss her. 

Don’t Cry for Me When I Am Gone

So, though I give you all my heart,
the time will come when we must part.
But all around you, you will see,
creatures that speak to you of me;
a tired horse, a hunted thing,
a sparrow with a broken wing.
Pity – and help (I know you will)
and somehow, I will be with you still;
and I shall know, although I’m gone,
the love I gave you lingers on.


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