Warning: last post was funny. This one - not. Hey, it's my blog and I can whine while I drink wine if I want to.
A friend was feeling down and low about the loss of her wonderful dog two years ago. So what did I do? Sent her a message to try to get her to smile and feel better, and in less than a minute I could barely see . Tears were streaming down my face. We both had to blow our noses. Ya, I was the big help.
I am feeling blue about Charlee. Big time. All the time. It has been over a year and I am not, nor will I ever be over it. Don't want to be and don't have to be. I got to thinking about Charlee when I tried to get a photo of Beck in front of my Iris that are in full bloom. I used to love them. Cherish them. Now I dread them .Ya, tough middle age lady dreads gorgeous purple flowers.
You know why? This is why. Every year I posed my dogs in front of the Iris and from that I got this wonderful painting . I bartered a fantastic barter with a talented client. This painting..I LOVE it.
Yesterday I posed Beck in front of the flowers. I was going to do Finney to and then both of them together. But I didn't make it past Beck. It just made me sad. Sadder than sad. I think Beck picked up on it. Look at the sweet dog's face.
Thinking about the loss of a pet or a person you loved often takes you down a sad pathway to other losses. If there is a way to avoid that, I am not aware so oh goody, I brought more sad to my sad party.
As my Dad has been heard quoting from a piece in the Boston Globe many moons ago, that he cut out and lovingly added to my wonderful Golden Ginger's scrap book ---. "She was only a dog, but she was my dog."
Before I need a straight jacket. I am going to bed. Night all.
Oh wait..I just remembered, I saw the peonies have started to bloom...
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A friend was feeling down and low about the loss of her wonderful dog two years ago. So what did I do? Sent her a message to try to get her to smile and feel better, and in less than a minute I could barely see . Tears were streaming down my face. We both had to blow our noses. Ya, I was the big help.
I am feeling blue about Charlee. Big time. All the time. It has been over a year and I am not, nor will I ever be over it. Don't want to be and don't have to be. I got to thinking about Charlee when I tried to get a photo of Beck in front of my Iris that are in full bloom. I used to love them. Cherish them. Now I dread them .Ya, tough middle age lady dreads gorgeous purple flowers.
You know why? This is why. Every year I posed my dogs in front of the Iris and from that I got this wonderful painting . I bartered a fantastic barter with a talented client. This painting..I LOVE it.
Yesterday I posed Beck in front of the flowers. I was going to do Finney to and then both of them together. But I didn't make it past Beck. It just made me sad. Sadder than sad. I think Beck picked up on it. Look at the sweet dog's face.
Thinking about the loss of a pet or a person you loved often takes you down a sad pathway to other losses. If there is a way to avoid that, I am not aware so oh goody, I brought more sad to my sad party.
As my Dad has been heard quoting from a piece in the Boston Globe many moons ago, that he cut out and lovingly added to my wonderful Golden Ginger's scrap book ---. "She was only a dog, but she was my dog."
Before I need a straight jacket. I am going to bed. Night all.
Oh wait..I just remembered, I saw the peonies have started to bloom...
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| Dog in the garden in a blue rubber wig. Who wouldn't miss this dog?!?! :)) |
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