Last week is past and was filled. Time begins again this week (isn’t it nice that we are able to start fresh each morning?). My husband and I passed (I don’t say celebrate because there wasn’t much celebration done) our 26th anniversary last week, the day after the family beagle, Rosie, died. We had 14 + years with her and although that felt more like 30 (I am not really a dog person), I miss her and still tear up when I realize I don’t have to be quiet so as not to awaken her up and have to take her out. Told you I am not really a dog person and taking care of her had become a trial. She had Cushings disease for the last couple of years. She was really my son Taylor’s dog, a gift from the pound for his 7th birthday . For the most part, Rosie was a great little dog.
After that sad interlude, we headed to the beach. Took the watercolours but did absolutely nothing related to art other than observe (which is probably the most crucial part of art). But we are back now, somewhat ready to start a new week.
Here is a watercoloured block print I did of Rosie a few years ago when she was a chubby little thing!
I would like to say how grateful I am to Rosie’s vet, Dr. Richard Best, in Marietta, Ga. He was recommended to us years ago by my dear friend Leisa Bailey. He had been her neighbor way back when she and I were teens. I doubt there is a more compassionate soul than Dr. Best, he went thru the painful process of putting her to sleep, assuring us it was the right thing to do at the right time (she was vomiting blood with congestive heart failure and her kidneys were shutting down) and then he didn’t even charge us anything. He was truly a blessing.