Frieda’s collar hangs just to the left of the window in my studio that I look out of when I write on my blog.
It’s become a shrine to her in a way, with the deer bone at the center and the pin of blue flowers that Jon gave me when we were first together pinned to it. The collar still has some of Frieda’s hair stuck to it.
Frieda was my first studio dog and there, with me, as I changed my life for the better.
Frieda in my studio