
Frieda passed away yesterday (June 11th, 2008), dying peacefully while I stroked her and whispered in her ear. What do you say to someone who's been by your side for over 16 years? Which words do you choose when you know they'll be the last ever heard?
I told her that I loved her. I asked her to wait for me on the other side. I encouraged her to go forward boldly, that the other dogs I have loved and lost in my life would be waiting to welcome her. I assured her that we'd be together again somehow, sometime - that love like ours is the most powerful force in the universe, it's the one thing that lasts.
Most of all, I thanked her. Frieda has spent more time with me than any other being in my adult life. She was there through sickness and in health, always ready to offer comfort and an enthusiastic tail wag. An intrepid travel companion, she ranged across the country with me, looking for adventure and new garbage cans.

Frieda also loved bicycling. In her younger years, she would balance her front feet on the handlebars, then later, she rode in my basket, ears sailing back in the wind. She found entertainment in small things - since she grew up in the French Quarter, a plastic "go cup" was always a favorite toy. She'd pounce on the hapless cup, shaking it with ferocity, tossing and batting it with glee.

She was named after the famous artist Frieda Kahlo, who was known for self portraits accenting her mustache and unibrow. Frieda's own mustache and eyebrows were strikingly similar. It was fitting that she be named after an artist: For most of her life, she worked daily in my art gallery as official greeter. She excelled at the job and took it quite seriously. Many regular customers came specifically just to see Frieda, shopping was a sidebar.
A terrier mix, we early on discovered her strange love of fruits and vegetables, so she became Frieda the Vegeterrier. Strawberries and tomatoes were big favorites, but the ultimate treat was a banana. She cheerfully gobbled one down the night before she died.

Below, you'll find some images of Frieda. I share them as a tribute to her extraordinary life and also as a reminder of the one thing that even death cannot harm: Unconditional love.