It is one year from the day I walked with the Boo into the emergency vet, only to have to put him down four hours later. I am sad and angry and kind of all over the place at the moment, as you can see. Need more black pigment. Crazy world. Someone, at the art supply store for God's sake, nailed it. Boo was my "soul dog". Punk and the Pickle are sweet and marvelous company, but they will never fill the vacancy left in my heart when Boo died. So I will keep slapping paint around, wailing a little every so often, and just being all prickly, for a while.
2 comments:
I understand your sadness at missing your soul dog. I lost my soul dog in 2006 and then again in January of this year. The nice thing to know for me was that I could find another soul dog in rescuing Frankie pug...so I hope that someday I will have another soul dog in my life...nothing wrong with some tears and wailing....nice painting btw
I miss him too...He was such a joy! There was only one Popo..., but he's still loving us from the other side. He'll never leave our hearts.
And I like this new painting a lot...How big is it?
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