I sometimes have the opportunity to create commissioned works, so when a coworker asked if there was any chance I might have time to paint a memorial for her beloved departed “Amazing Grace,” I accepted the honor.
When animals first come into our lives, we want to care for them, offer them a safe and happy life, and enjoy the sweet and crazy sides of their fuzzy companionship. We get out of bed early for walks, (or in my case, get smacked with furry knife hands at 6am for softies) we spend money on the good food so they can stay healthy and come home to find they’ve had a nice meal of the garbage, endure never-ending deposits of hair on the couch and our black jeans, make special arrangements anytime we travel, and scoop the poop on a regular basis... And when they leave us, their absence is almost unbearable.
I don’t need to list the reasons why we love them so much. I couldn’t find adequate words if I tried. This week my cat Jasper woke me up early with afore-mentioned knife-hands every day, and also stole my wrapped croissant from the kitchen counter (which is SO off limits) drug it to the living room carpet, nommed through the bag and ate a quarter of it. He is currently blocking my computer screen with his body because he can. However, my phone gallery is full of this:
I hope this commissioned memorial helps ease the pain of such an incomparable loss. At the very least, I hope it helps my friend remember the happiness her little Amazing Grace brought to her. To all the naughty, adorable, stinky, snuggling, food stealing, dream running, poop rolling, Edward Scissorhands furbabies out there: I hope you live forever.