When I am sick, there is no better companion than Red, he sits quietly by my side and doesn’t move. He barely eats, he never moves, he just lies next to me or alongside the bed for as long as I am still. This afternoon, going stir-crazy as usual, I got out of bed and went out to the pasture to feel the sun and move a bit, and I thought Red was lying back at the pasture gate. He never comes into the tall grass.

Red somehow knows I am sick, I don’t quite know how it works, but he simply is glued to me. And I appreciate it.

I sat down on a ridge, and I saw the grass parting and there he was, sitting next to me. When Red was sick, I was drawn to do the same thing, I went and sat by his cage all afternoon while he was on an IV for dehydration. Red is the sweetest and most gentle soul, and I was delighted to see him, I love him dearly.

I hope to get rid of this nasty cold soon, it is my lungs and chest digging in. I’m not good at being sick but was happy to write some during the day. The blog is healing for me, not work, and there are lots of things to plan.

I am, as always, grateful for Red. He and I are soul mates in every sense of the world, we communicate beyond words, fused in a mutual understanding.