The comfort of an old friend.
Her name is Ashby. 14 years old. Spends most of her day not more than a few feet from wherever I am.
My clients indulge both us when she snores during conference calls and I forget to mute the phone or drop everything for a run to the vet because a 14 year old with a cancer history takes precedence.
As much as I wish we could spend more days wading up some blue line looking for fishing holes, her snores are just fine with me these days.
