But on the Monday after the fair, I had to face the passing of my greyhound Tobi, who was suffering from bone cancer. He was alert and still enjoying his food, but despite increasing the dosage of his pain meds, it was clear that his pain was only increasing. I didn't want to cut short his delight in food, but do what -- wait until he was in excruciating pain? A vet who does house calls came to our home, and for Tobi it was an easy, calm passing in the comfort of his own bed, with me and my other greyhound Gilda. She could smell the tumor in Tobi's leg and knew he was not well.
For the next two weeks, being at home was about adapting to Tobi's absence. I couldn't go right back into making; I just needed to be in this emptier space and grieve the passing of a dear canine soul. Gilda had never been a solo dog before. The back of my home abuts a public park and she and Tobi used to bark incessantly at the passersby in the park. For the first few days after his death, Gilda was silent, unsure about how to warn off the strangers without Tobi's aid.
But, you get back to it, to the routine. I finished some personal projects -- some flannel sheets, a messenger bag upcycled from a failed felt vessel, a comfortable "hanging out" dress cobbled from a sweatshirt and extra flannel fabric. Gilda has resumed her barking, and we are becoming used to being a pack of just two. I am setting my focus back to felting and the craft fair season, which is now well under way, I'll be at the South End Open Market at Ink Block, 375 Harrison Ave in Boston, this Sunday and next Sunday, and plan to appear in the summer and fall, with more and more things. Life goes on.