Our Mornings, Our Comfort

When we moved to San Jose, Nanima came every year. Two or three months at a time. Those were my favorite months.

Nanima would wake up at 5 a.m. And so did I… Her little follower..

That meant early breakfast — very early breakfast — which made me extremely happy. Those mornings felt special, like a secret just between us.

After that, Nanima did her yoga and pranayama.

I did not understand this.

I watched closely. I barked occasionally — out of concern. Why was she bending like that? Why was she breathing so strangely? I needed answers.

Nanima just smiled.

We took naps together. Sat quietly together. Stayed close without needing to do anything at all.

If you had to travel for a day or two, neither of us worried. We had each other.

That comfort — being completely at ease — was rare and precious.

Nanima wasn’t just important to me. She was home.