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6 years ago
So, bad stuff happened. I've already sent out a Note to folks who've paid for commissions, but for at least the next two months, I'll be out of it quite a bit. I wasn't sure about sharing the why at first, but I've since realized that just wallowing in my grief alone isn't going to help things, so I'm gonna explain why here...
About seven years ago, my sister and I rescued a dog from a pretty shitty situation in Wales. She (the dog that is) was a year old cavalier spaniel, adorable as hell. When we got her, it was obvious she was neglected. She was skittish, scared of everyone. Except my sister. My sister was the one who picked her up and took her, so she really bonded with her. My sister named the dog Bella, and she was so lost at first. She didn't know what to do when we let her wander around. We stopped at a rest station, let her wander to... y'know, do dog things, but she just looked up at us confused for a few seconds. But when we joked that she'd never run away, she got a ton of energy and excitement as she realized we were letting her actually wander around.
For the next two years, she improved slowly but surely. She was still frightened of men, and most women, but she always ran to my sister when scared. Bella knew that my sister meant safety and security. Time went on, she interacted with other dogs, got better about strangers... She was still a bit skittish, but if you were patient with her, she'd come up to see who you were. She started to love people again.
Today, we got the worst news. Little Bella has cancer. Late stage cancer. She only has two months left. We never noticed she was ill until recently, because Bella is a quiet dog. I've only heard her bark twice in all the years I've known her. We were offered chemotherapy, but the procedure had just as high a risk of killing her as the cancer would. She's a small dog, as you can see in this photo. But she brought so much joy to all of us in the family. And we're all devastated that such a gentle being could have such a terrible disease. We're planning to make the next two months the very best for her.
And that's why I'm going practically MIA for the next two months. Between being depressed over losing her and making sure she's comfortable, I'm going to be unable to write. I don't know if I'll even be up for taking part in the usual art streams I attend. We'll need to see, but needless, everyone's devastated. My sister and I more-so, because we saw the change, and though we did our best to give her a good life, I can't help but wonder if we could've done more...
About seven years ago, my sister and I rescued a dog from a pretty shitty situation in Wales. She (the dog that is) was a year old cavalier spaniel, adorable as hell. When we got her, it was obvious she was neglected. She was skittish, scared of everyone. Except my sister. My sister was the one who picked her up and took her, so she really bonded with her. My sister named the dog Bella, and she was so lost at first. She didn't know what to do when we let her wander around. We stopped at a rest station, let her wander to... y'know, do dog things, but she just looked up at us confused for a few seconds. But when we joked that she'd never run away, she got a ton of energy and excitement as she realized we were letting her actually wander around.
For the next two years, she improved slowly but surely. She was still frightened of men, and most women, but she always ran to my sister when scared. Bella knew that my sister meant safety and security. Time went on, she interacted with other dogs, got better about strangers... She was still a bit skittish, but if you were patient with her, she'd come up to see who you were. She started to love people again.
Today, we got the worst news. Little Bella has cancer. Late stage cancer. She only has two months left. We never noticed she was ill until recently, because Bella is a quiet dog. I've only heard her bark twice in all the years I've known her. We were offered chemotherapy, but the procedure had just as high a risk of killing her as the cancer would. She's a small dog, as you can see in this photo. But she brought so much joy to all of us in the family. And we're all devastated that such a gentle being could have such a terrible disease. We're planning to make the next two months the very best for her.
And that's why I'm going practically MIA for the next two months. Between being depressed over losing her and making sure she's comfortable, I'm going to be unable to write. I don't know if I'll even be up for taking part in the usual art streams I attend. We'll need to see, but needless, everyone's devastated. My sister and I more-so, because we saw the change, and though we did our best to give her a good life, I can't help but wonder if we could've done more...
