Pacco

I think this one's my favourite, osso. Because it shows something of the devoted nature of the relationship between you & Pacco.
Though I really like them all.
I love those super-alert Pacco ears! And eyes!
What a special critter!
(Interesting to have a wee gimpse of your work in the garden, too!)

Oh, that's not-work-in-the-garden, msolga. I have to take that "retainer" down and rearrange it as a terrace in the back yard. Too hot here for me to do that for a few months.

Oh, I thought it looked fairly newly done, osso. Never mind!

Great smiling dog.

He reminds me of someone I've been living with for the past decade.

Bailey?
or Cleo?

Bailey's the longer-term resident here - he also has the smile, and a bit of the 'lean-back' while being held. He likes the love, but doesn't want to seem toooo needy.

Dogs.

Love 'em.

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I was thinking of you, and the quiet, last night. Wished I could give you a real hug. The quiet is so hard.

Oh, thought you meant Setanta...He's a cuddly old thing.

Be back later with thoughts of Pacco and Osso and the beauty of love.

What a touching picture--of two cuties.

Lovely photos. Thank you for posting them.

Is the painting on the wall one of yours? It's lovely. Are you painting again?

ditto. Sitting with you from here, osso.

Tears. Hurts so much. Love to Osso. Too many things change.

Well expressed, Lash. Our existential suffering reflects our inability to accept that ALL is change. We can't hold onto anything.

Thank you for sitting through the stillness with me.

The quiet is strange, so strange, still and shattering, as many of you attest. I haven't put music on though, not quite there yet. Did play a little Hawaiian slack key guitar (Ledward Kaapana) for the Pacc on a couple of his last days. He wasn't the Callas type...

Notice how calmly I type 'wasn't'.

The paintings are mine but they don't show up - the one behind me holding Pacco is an oldie, rather an elaborate garden that you can't see for the fuzz.
The little framed piece above that is an announcement card for an artist that showed with us sometime later than the show of the announcement, Jim McVicker; not that you can tell anything about it. The painting above the smiling Pacco (kitchen view) is a fuzzy half or third of one by me ('cabbages at twilight'), and the blue green thing in the hallway is the bottom fourth of a painting by me, forget what I called it, 'irish storm', maybe, but there is nowhere near as much blue in it as seen in the photo.

On painting again, soon, soon. I have painted productively when disturbed before, so why not now.... might be the prime time.

Osso, I particularly like your richly earthy and painterly blues and greens in the photo with Pacco on the towel.
Yes, by all means, PAINT.

By all means you should paint again.

The paints are really wonderful. The colors are so lush but somehow still serene.

Darling Pacco lived in a beautiful environment what with being surrounded by such impressive things.

Perfect, Boomerang: lush and serene.

I've been trying to get Osso to paint our kitchen but, alas.

I like the same painting as msolga. You do very good work, Osso.

Ah, those photos, the love there.

Jo would bring Pacco over so that he and Sally could have a play date. All Pacco was interested in was humping Sally, rather impressive for a fairly old guy. If fact, when he saw her , he would start and when he got close , he would go at it from a 90% angle. It never seemed to matter to Pacco, he just liked Sally and she brought out the young devil in him. They were a funny pair with a genuine fondness even though Sally was hyper and would never stay still for him for more than a couple of minutes. Their's was a strange friendship with animal magnetism (mainly on Pacco's part) combined with a comfortable fondness-- a warmacceptance each other's personality.

When it came time to go home, Jo would get out his leash and he would start to do a little half jump of joy, taking the leash into his mouth and shaking it, excitedly waiting to go to the car. God they loved each other so much.

I so miss Pacco's cuddliness. His round body with all that soft fur and his straight-up ears all furry and fuzzy. His sweet, sweet smile and his outstandingly beautiful eyes and his true nobleness. He was an aristocrat with a noble heart.

At the vet's, Jo was at the end of the table with Pacco resting against her. As the injection started working, he simply leaned into her, the one person he loved most in the world, and fell asleep. It was as natural as an everyday occurance. It was sadly beautiful to see him cradled in Jo's arms, to see the mutual love and the inseparable bond that was always there...the kind of bond that will never die.

Jo, one of the strongest women I know, can let her grief out and isn't afraid to let it show. That, to me, is a sign of strength.

Pacco was a very lucky boy to have Jo with him for the last years of his life and he gave Jo the unconditional love that dogs are famous for. She was his world.