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...and touch the sky...my sister.
Yesterday I received a call from my mom. I was not home to receive it and found out when I got picked up from work she had to put my dog down.
She was and always will be my sister. We grew up together, along with my brother. She was always there for me on my darkest days. I shared my food with her, never got mad at her for jumping up on me and tracking stuff through the house or tearing up my stuff, or having to track her down since she liked getting out of the yard and exploring the neighborhood, played with her every day, and even let her lick the inside of my mouth without complaining and making dirty faces.
I was in charge of her grooming which when I was young I was not good at or patient with (she hated baths, brushing, nail clipping, etc, and fought it, loved jumping out of the tub and running around the house and rubbing her wet dog smell into the carpet lol), and I let her hair mat till it needed to be cut out of her, and she had a skin condition that made her scratch and bite herself till she had sores and no fur on her back and tail. When I got older I got protective of her and cared for her well and we found out it was a flea allergy that caused it, and she regained a lot of the fur that she would have had, looking very much like this picture. By the time I moved for college we were inseparable.
I found her at the bus stop the day after Hurricane Andrew (I'm from Florida). August 28th, 1992, and was already about 8 months old. She passed on yesterday on Nov 23rd, 2010. She lived for over 18 years.
I will always miss you.
Yesterday I received a call from my mom. I was not home to receive it and found out when I got picked up from work she had to put my dog down.
She was and always will be my sister. We grew up together, along with my brother. She was always there for me on my darkest days. I shared my food with her, never got mad at her for jumping up on me and tracking stuff through the house or tearing up my stuff, or having to track her down since she liked getting out of the yard and exploring the neighborhood, played with her every day, and even let her lick the inside of my mouth without complaining and making dirty faces.
I was in charge of her grooming which when I was young I was not good at or patient with (she hated baths, brushing, nail clipping, etc, and fought it, loved jumping out of the tub and running around the house and rubbing her wet dog smell into the carpet lol), and I let her hair mat till it needed to be cut out of her, and she had a skin condition that made her scratch and bite herself till she had sores and no fur on her back and tail. When I got older I got protective of her and cared for her well and we found out it was a flea allergy that caused it, and she regained a lot of the fur that she would have had, looking very much like this picture. By the time I moved for college we were inseparable.
I found her at the bus stop the day after Hurricane Andrew (I'm from Florida). August 28th, 1992, and was already about 8 months old. She passed on yesterday on Nov 23rd, 2010. She lived for over 18 years.
I will always miss you.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Animal related (non-anthro)
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*hugs* I'm deeply sorry for your loss. Such things are never easy, though it sounds as if the two of you had an amazing life together, and her life was made better and happier because of you.
Though sadness will fill your heart every time you think of her, always remember that she was happy because of you. It is a sad reminder that everything comes to an end, but it is the good times that we have and share with others that make it all worth while. Cherish the memories hold no regrets. For those 18 years, you shared your love with another.
The picture came out wonderful. I love the style you used for the textures, with the contrasts filling it with so much passion.
The blending of the objects into the setting looks fantastic, especially with the collar and the bird.
But above all else, you did a beautiful job at portraying here. There's such a playful liveliness being portrayed, and along with that thick coat of fur, I just want to reach around and grab her in a hug. :)
A beautiful epitaph for an obviously wonderful friend and companion.
Though sadness will fill your heart every time you think of her, always remember that she was happy because of you. It is a sad reminder that everything comes to an end, but it is the good times that we have and share with others that make it all worth while. Cherish the memories hold no regrets. For those 18 years, you shared your love with another.
The picture came out wonderful. I love the style you used for the textures, with the contrasts filling it with so much passion.
The blending of the objects into the setting looks fantastic, especially with the collar and the bird.
But above all else, you did a beautiful job at portraying here. There's such a playful liveliness being portrayed, and along with that thick coat of fur, I just want to reach around and grab her in a hug. :)
A beautiful epitaph for an obviously wonderful friend and companion.
Thank you. I'm actually not very sad for her going. I knew the last time she visited that she was losing it and was not the dog I grew up with mentally. She was also riddled with cancer that I only found out about a while ago during a phone call and she was having seizures and vomiting fits. I actually during Samhain, prayed for her to go. She just kept hanging on, and even then my mom had to take her to the vet for her to pass on.
I guess I'm a little at a loss, and felt like I should have been there for her, that I should have cried and mourned (I did only a little) but I have always been odd when it came to death.
More fascinated and detached when it came to being around the deceased, than mourning, knowing full well that it was simply the fact I would miss them that I would mourn, not that I was actually sad they are dead. I've always accepted it as an inevitability, accepted life as transitory and at times trivial, if not meaningless (yet still deeply respectful of it). Yet my parents did try to protect me from death, I guess feeling like I wouldn't be able to handle it, such that the only funerals I ever went to were my grandma (age 17) and great grandma (age 12?).
I don't regret her passing at all. She is free.
I am however glad that Scamp did not pass on from his cancer during his operation. I don't know how I would have handled losing two family members in the same month.
Thank you.
I just drew what came to mind at that instant and let my heart guide my exacto knife (its a scratchboard). It started as just a picture of her, but became her being playful, then was going to be her in our living room playing tug of war, then playing fetch outside with a ball, then the metaphysical representation of her soul finally being free that it became; when the quote came to mind. So I kind of tried to make it look like she was waking up into her reality fading away, into her new adventure with new things to explore and play with, that the bird was her guide to the next step. The collar on the floor was to represent her ties to the family and her ties to her physical body no longer holding her down.
I guess I'm a little at a loss, and felt like I should have been there for her, that I should have cried and mourned (I did only a little) but I have always been odd when it came to death.
More fascinated and detached when it came to being around the deceased, than mourning, knowing full well that it was simply the fact I would miss them that I would mourn, not that I was actually sad they are dead. I've always accepted it as an inevitability, accepted life as transitory and at times trivial, if not meaningless (yet still deeply respectful of it). Yet my parents did try to protect me from death, I guess feeling like I wouldn't be able to handle it, such that the only funerals I ever went to were my grandma (age 17) and great grandma (age 12?).
I don't regret her passing at all. She is free.
I am however glad that Scamp did not pass on from his cancer during his operation. I don't know how I would have handled losing two family members in the same month.
Thank you.
I just drew what came to mind at that instant and let my heart guide my exacto knife (its a scratchboard). It started as just a picture of her, but became her being playful, then was going to be her in our living room playing tug of war, then playing fetch outside with a ball, then the metaphysical representation of her soul finally being free that it became; when the quote came to mind. So I kind of tried to make it look like she was waking up into her reality fading away, into her new adventure with new things to explore and play with, that the bird was her guide to the next step. The collar on the floor was to represent her ties to the family and her ties to her physical body no longer holding her down.
Thank you.
I doubt she will have one. Remember I don't live with her anymore because she is with my parents who are 24 hours away from me. I wouldn't know but more likely than not they had her cremated. No one (to my knowledge) in my immediate family have any intentions of being buried.
I doubt she will have one. Remember I don't live with her anymore because she is with my parents who are 24 hours away from me. I wouldn't know but more likely than not they had her cremated. No one (to my knowledge) in my immediate family have any intentions of being buried.
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