Updated: Jul 7
We lost Jackson to cancer June 7, he was 14 years old.
I find going for a walk one of the hardest things to do without Jackson. I know he will always be with me, trotting along like he does stopping to sniff and then running to catch up. But it's definitely not the same without him and it will take a while to get past this part. He was my office monitor, there to remind me to get up and out of my chair after I've been sitting staring at the computer screen for way too long. About every hour he came and stood by me until I got up and went for a play. Now it’s my knees stiffening up after too long in one position that gets my attention. But still I resist going for a walk by myself so I change position and work on a new task.
I've turned my attention towards drawing images of beloved pets to help me work through my loss. I find it soothing to draw these cherished beings in a way that will make us smile with remembrance rather than feel sad. They bring so much joy and fun to our lives and for that, I am forever grateful.
It's raining out and it's kind of cold even though it's supposed to be summer if Jack were here I’d put on my boots and we would head out. But he’s not and the cat doesn't want to go for a walk with me so I'll just stay in the studio and keep working.