A few days ago I received an email from a client from telling me that his dogs had passed. "Mr. Brown- Bunker, had enough this March. He went on his own terms: woke me up for his regular walk around 6ish, did his business, made it most of the way around the block, then just lay down and left this world. He was a good dog... Luna passed last year- it was much harder for me, but I think painless for her. She lost her sight pretty quickly, most likely from a tumor behind her eye, but still had some spunk. Slowly, over the next 6-8 months she became less & less involved with the world around her, wasn't really eating much, didn't care about getting out of bed or going for a walk, starting having trouble sleeping, etc. Eventually I had to make the decision to bring her to the vet for the shot- it was very challenging, and I'm sure I waited longer than I should have. I truly appreciate being able to see B & L when they were happy every time I see your painting." Aaron
This news always gets me. I had to stop what I was doing and sit for a bit. I feel like the dogs I've painted are MY dogs. My Bunker, my Luna, have moved on. And even though I haven't seen Bunker or Luna since 2005, I miss them, and I mourn their passing. Yes, Bunker and Luna were both very good dogs. I'm so glad I met you, Bunker and Luna, and was able to paint you. Rest in peace, my dogs.
