After losing three friends to three different types of cancer within three years, I also lost the last day of the month of July, one of my studio assistants to the disease. Having been through periods of grief, which are inevitable, yet another loss was difficult, and it brought back the memories and the pain. Luckily, I had a series of commissions to complete so that I could try to keep focused on my work.
My fur buddy was with us only a little more than a year as he had been adopted following the passing of his first set of parents. Since I had his twin brother and had kept him during their vacations, his transition into the household went quite smoothly, and he had just arrived at the point of acceptance into his new family. Wilson was the quieter Wheaten terrier, who preferred to oversee production and scheduling each work day within the studio. One of his favorite tasks was to alert me when it was time to finish painting for the day, and he knew exactly when that hour was there. When he didn’t want to eat on his last day, I knew that something was terribly wrong, and needed immediate attention. Within an hour he was gone . An autopsy was performed because it was rare for this breed to have this aggressive type of cancer at the age of six years, and I had hoped that it would provide clues as to what caused it, only that remains a mystery.
As anyone who has gone through the loss of a pet knows, life continues onward and time eases the wounds. If you would care to share in the comments, what did you find that made the transition to acceptance and peace easier?