Friday the 13th...

... I lost my best friend.  This past week has been really hard and I have a nasty cold/flu that has brought me down, my beloved poodle Roadie was sick & had seizures, I am not so sure the next week is going to be any easier.  
I do take comfort in the fact that she is no longer suffering and our last words were I love you.  We were part of each other's daily lives for 30 years, lest she be out of the country or an occasional weekend.  This past year, especially the last few months have been extremely difficult to say the least.  I haven't painted much as you have most likely noticed. The life is not only sucked out of person who is ill, but little by little, sucks the life out of those who love them too.  Listening to & seeing someone suffering that you love is life changing. All their time is spent trying to stay alive instead of living.  In the last few weeks I started missing her before she was even gone.    Most of the suffering she endured, the treatments, medications, was just as much for the people she loved as it was for herself, I think more.  She was one of the strongest women I have ever known.

This picture is a few years old but it's one of the few where weren't making weird faces and both smiling.  I will miss her smile and laugh.  She was my big sister.

I am heartbroken.  A memorial for her is planned in April.

I loved her very much and I will miss her until I see her again in Heaven.