It's early morning. I'm sleeping but I sense it's time to wake up, when suddenly there's a floppy, furry presence bounding around me. My basset hound Ramona - Momo, as we call her - is jumping around, doing her little happy-dance that she does in the morning when she's trying to wake you up and I reach over and feel my hand on her fur, and ruffle it.
And then I remember: Oh, that's right. She's no longer here. This must be a dream, then.
But I woke up happy for the dream or maybe even the visit, and I wanted to catch the spirit of it on paper.
I drew these across two pages of the WC Moleskine book and as you can see it didn't quite all fit on my scanner. Consequently you're missing part of my favorite image, which is of Momo carrying a branch. Guess she really bought into that adage, "Walk softly and carry a big stick."
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5 comments:
That is a nice blessing for the day :-)
Love the sketches. Isn't it funny how we remember details of our pets expressions and antics. They each have their special way of enriching our lives.
What a lovely story. And the drawings are so great. Your love for Ramona shines through this.
When I started reading this, I thought, "Isn't Momo gone?". What a lovely "visit" and lovely memories.
Such a poignant experience, I could almost feel the emotion. You certainly got her bouncing all over the page! Cute
What lovely memories. Momo looks so happy and playful in your sketches.
I had similar experiences with Murphy after he was gone. He used to curl up behind my knee to sleep, and sometimes I thought he was there.
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