Chico our faithful friend is no more.
He broke his back but not his spirit.
We were the 4th place where he could live. At that time a little bit older than 1 year. He had an awesome time with us. Perky, passionate, playful and curious but also incredibly affectionate towards us.
Playing with sticks was his favourite game. One that became fatal. He jumped so high he developed an acute hernia with paraplegics as result.
Only 6 weeks of absolute rest could perhaps bring cure. With his nature an impossible task. We had to take the hardest decision and let him go to join our loved ones at the other side.
Chico helped me in a rough period of my life. At least he took care that I came out of bed to make a walk. On this daily walk my Abundance in Nature series emerged. More and more I got an eye for Nature and its healing power that is embedded in the seasons.
Everything comes, everything goes. As does Chico.
To give my feelings a place, I ritualize. I still make my daily walk, when I see a stick I pick it up and take it with me to the Maas (the river). There I throw the stick in the water, it feels liberating. I know that it will flow to the sea, the place which offers comfort.
The other way to make it tangible is to work with my favourite material. With a small tool I started to stroke the clay as if it was Chico. The result is a relief that resembles his pelt. You can see this texture on my little inner star (19 mm high). Now I can wear it or hang it on the picture frame with his photo.
I know this type of sorrow is a small sorrow but, a dog can be more sometimes.
Drawing made from Chico's leash.