It’s very weird accepting the death of Murphy even though I knew that it was not going to be long. I just knew. He wasn’t my dog, he only came to stay here for his holidays, and odd weekends here and there, but he was tied up in the story of my own dog who is no longer with us.
Even the beds he used when he came to stay – they were Logan’s beds which they shared, and we kept things like that after Logan went, because we still had our Murphy coming to stay. Now I am thinking about them as an ending rather than a continuation, and I don’t like it.
Our kitchen white board still has all the instructions for his meds, because we are quite rubbish at actually using the board as a life organiser, and things end up becoming fixtures on it that then become something to let go of. The meds list is particularly sad to take down.
So, Murphy wasn’t our dog, but he was enough a part of our lives that we have Things To Do now he has passed.
That’s where my thoughts are today.
Painting wise I found myself on the skull poses page of my reference book, which I suppose is part of the season we are in now. A couple of my pages had leftover red paint smeared on them, so it gave quite an effective background for my caput mortuum sketching. I got the values quite close to the reference, so that’s an added bonus.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
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Thrummie Bizzum 
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