This is a personal post, so skip it if you consider that it is irrelevant to you. I’ve just felt the need to share a bit of my life with you, so you get to know a bit better the person behind the crazy paintings like “The girl with the bird feeder hat”.
Four weeks have passed since I had to put my dear Nemo to sleep. It was such a hard decision but I couldn’t stand seeing his suffering any more. He stepped onto the path that lead to the angels’ realm and he didn’t want to leave it no matter how hard I’ve tried to lure him back. The light from the angels’ land was too peaceful and warm bright. And maybe he thought that I could use another angel friend to help me from above. I talk to him from time to time. He’s ok. He met Tara, and Micky, and Cody, and Didi, and Kiki, and Maya, and Rex, and Piciu, and Corsa, and Lady. He has more friends there than he had here. He’s in good company. As for myself, as you can see, I have an army of angels watching over me. I’m in good paws. I miss Nemo’s physical presence a lot, though. But my dear Nasuki (his name is a made up one, a mix I’ve made from Nose and Suki-that means beloved in Japanese), who is now the man of the house or the head of the pack, whatever you want to call it, feels the hole left in my soul by Nemo’s depart and he is so cute in his attempt to filling it. He surrounds me with his love more than ever before. Every night he comes to dream with me. Lately, I call him my “dream buddy”. He often falls asleep on my shoulder or on the pillow near me. The girls, Lala and Nera, keep me company during the day, Nasuki, during the night. It is like they have split their responsibilities. Funny, cute, loving dogs. I would say that I have the best four-legged friends in the world, but I am sure everyone feels the same about his own furry companions. So, I guess I am just another one in the crowd that is blessed with the unconditional love of her best friends.
In the first 3 photos you can see Nasuki, who came to share his dreams and love with me last night, adopting different positions according to his dispositions. At first, he used me as a pillow and, of course, I had to stay still, not to disturb his sleep in any way. In the end, he embraced his favourite sleeping position: on his back, legs up, kicking the air every time he dreams himself running. The pictures are not very good. They were taken in the dark, but you get the idea. In the 4th picture, I am with Lala, who is poking my head with her bent leg. I often lie down on the floor when I am tired. I find it very relaxing. And it would be, but, every time, at least one dog, if not all three, comes to keep me company. And their idea of keeping me company is different than mine. They come, lie somewhere near me, and start kicking me with their paws or noses to make 100% sure that I am aware of their presence and start, at once, fulfilling my duties that are, of course, to stroke them … preferably on their bellies. Why else would I lie down if not for that, they wonder? Such opportunistic best friends I have. It is said that one has what one deserves! I have poking dogs.
Thank you for taking the time to read these lines. They represent a part of me, a part of my thoughts, a part of my life, which is, mostly, split between my art and my dogs.
I would loooove to read about your own experiences (happy or sad) with your furry friends.
Much love to you all!
Paula Belle Flores 