Written by client Freya’s mum
I feel I need to tell you why I love my Freya so much.
About 5 years ago I rescued Freya. She had been advertised on a Facebook group and I saw something in her eyes and had to have her. We picked her up from a friend of the owner as the owner didnt want her and had threatened to take her and throw her down a mine shaft. When we got there Freya’s face was bleeding and she had obviously been bashed that morning.
She was a scared skittish dog, a week or so later I thought I would take her to obedience training. We arrived and was talking to a lady there about Freya and a gentleman came around a corner holding a broom and Freya cowered and wet herself. We were advised that she was not ready for training and to bring her back when she had settled a bit more.
So I guess you thought we saved Freya? No she saved me.
I had decided to do a course at TAFE hoping to do Case Management … to do this I had to do child youth and family intervention and because of the huge amount of triggers based on my own childhood and early adulthood I had a breakdown. For many months I rarely left my bed. The nightmares seemed to come in waves, I wasn’t showering, barely eating, barely living. Freya was there. She licked my face when I had nightmares waking me from them. The anxiety attacks I would have were so debilitating. In the darkness of my room I would be so overcome with fear I couldn’t move.