It seems like this mural is going to take forever, but we are making progress. My partner has gone to Venice with a friend (who can blame him?) so I am working alone for a couple of weeks. One of those weeks has already gone by and I have only ventured over to the house once. Patrick has been sick, which has taken up all of my attention. He is almost recovered now, but he is 16 years old and I can't expect much of him. I used a lot of my pay for the mural to pay vet bills, but I certainly don't regret it. I'm happy that I had the money. It's hard to think about Patrick dying.....he has been my baby since Lytton died. As his time approaches, I think about getting another dog, which I will surely do. Why I let myself in for the pain, I will never know, but I will. I read a story a few years ago in a magazine written by a man whose dog had just died. He said that getting a puppy is the first step- toward devastation. How true that is, and yet I know I will do it. I still haven't been able to bring Lytton's ashes home..even thinking about it still makes me cry.........yet never once have I regretted having him. The same will be true of Patrick. I try to prepare myself, but I know I can't.
