Stuck in a rut thinking of my first dog, Puccini, who was put sleep last Wednesday.
Eternally loyal; eternally joyful.  Many could learn from this.
Even in the greatest pain, he’d still light up and smile that goofy smile when I came home to mum and dad’s.
I used to dream of journeys the two of us would take; roaming across a wild countryside.
I’d find myself half-hoping for a cataclysm that would allow this to eventuate.
Painting this portrait eased the tumult in my chest and behind my eyes.
He always looked so happy and peaceful when he slept.

RIP Puccini 2001 – 2015