Frieda doesn’t hear very well these days. Sometimes I’ll be right behind her and she doesn’t know I’m there. But somehow, every morning, she’s always right beside me at the back door when I go to my studio. I do see her watching me as I gather up my computer and iphone and tea. We do this five times a week and just as it’s my work to go to my studio, it’s her work to go with me. She doesn’t wait to be invited, she just comes.
Sometimes, like this morning, when it’s below zero out, it’s just too cold. Not for me, I pile on the layers, light extra candles on my alter (it feels warmer just having those flames going) put on my hat and scarf and pour my tea in a thermos cup. But it is too cold for Frieda. Anyway, I think it’s too cold for her. So as much as I love having her with me, I don’t want her to be any more uncomfortable than an old dog already is.
I do get a pang when I leave the house and she runs to the door and looks at me expecting to follow. But then I think of her curled up in front of the wood stove, dozing and warm, and I feel a little warmer too.