Joan and I are heartbroken. Yesterday, we buried Skye, our gentle dog, beside our path around the pond. Skye wasn’t that old, but her rear end was failing to the point she could no longer walk, and caused her a great amount of pain, despite all of the drugs we were giving her, so yesterday we had her put down to stop her suffering.
Even though she spent an inordinate amount of time sleeping in the bedroom, her absence has left a tremendous hole in our lives. It was hard for us to watch her stoically deal with her pain over the last month, but it is even harder now for us to deal with her death. It’s going to take us time for us to get over this.
I would normally post a photo of her on this blog as I write about her, but at this point I am not strong enough to even face looking at a picture of her.
Our cat Lucifer is going to have to do double duty from now on.
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