Tomorrow will be 6 weeks since my Wicket has gained his angel wings. I still cry on a daily basis and at times it can be the oddest thing that sets it off. Typically though it is once I have laid down to go to bed, when my brain gets to roam free and not think of work or daily chores that I find despair again. There are times that something on the TV will set me off and on occasion I will find myself in the bathroom at work quietly crying. I miss him beyond anything I can put in to words but I move forward with his memories and knowing that he is always with me. I will be making a memorial shadow box soon, I just need to get a picture printed of him and paint the box that I picked up for his cremains, I don’t know how I’m going to paint it yet, but it will come.
Wicket helped me make some awesome friends. If it wasn’t for my little man, and me wanting him to meet new puppy friends and get exercise at the Dog Park, I would not have met the group of people that came together to have a Memorial Bead made for me. The bead was made by an awesome artist, and fellow dog friend, Elise Strauss. She makes beautiful glass lampwork beads along with the Memorial beads. You can see her work on her business page Koi Creek Beadworks and see some items on her Etsy site.
Below is a picture of the bead Elise made, I can’t thank everyone enough that came together to do this for me and my Wicket. The swirls in the glass are Wickets Cremains…
Last year a wrote a post for all the dogs that I have had, as an adult, that have passed, you can see their stories here. This year I find myself still mourning the loss of my Wicket that I had to let go of so he could go to puppy heaven, just 12 days ago. I truly miss him beyond anything I could possibly put into words. I have sobbed and wailed, cried silently, cussed the Universe and finally found myself talking to him at times and pictured him with little wings. I’ve seen him run as fast as he can through the fields and prayed that he comes to comfort me when I need him. I seem to still need him…
Having said all that, I will now bring you his story and give you some in sight into who the little man had becoming. Wicket was rescued by the Police Dept. and Animal Control on January 12th 2012. He and 38 other dogs were found to be living in disgusting conditions. The floors were covered in feces, urine and yuck and there were cages everywhere filled with dogs. The cages were also filled with feces, urine and yuck. The dogs were covered in sores, matted fur, infection and they were also malnourished. The ‘men’ that did this were Dog Show fanatics that were hoarding and attempting to be a puppy mill.
I saw Wicket on the Polar Pug Rescue and Friends website in March. I had just lost my Whisper to cancer and still had my Bear, with his own health issue. I watched Bear to see how he was doing being an only dog. I didn’t want to go on impulse, even though I was totally taken by Wickets picture, and instead wanted to make sure that Bear would be ok with getting another dog. I thought about Wicket almost everyday until I could take it no longer. I put in my application for him, I believe near the end of March and heard back rather quickly from Vickie Young of PPRaF. I went to meet him… I was done, I wanted to run out the door with the little guy in my arms! He had me wrapped around his little stubby tail from first muzzle nudge. I believe that was a Friday and I had the little guy at my home by Monday.
I was and still am, inside out in love with that little man. I have never had such a strong connection with any of my dogs. I don’t want to make them sound less loved, no…not what I mean. Wicket and I connected, he read me, I read him…he was my puppy soul mate.
He was a silly little man. He loved to run and bark. He would chase after dogs that were running and would bark the whole time. If any dog barked or started a scuffle near by, he would run to them barking and and get between the grumblers. He was the ‘police dog’ or referee, even though he was a gentle little man. He would play with toys as long as I played with him. He would rather have me play bite on his legs and head so he could play bite me back.
He loved Romaine lettuce, Sardines, Cottage cheese and Greek Yogurt. He loved looking out the window when we went for a truck ride and loved going to the pet stores to pick out his own puppy chews.
Everyone that met him or saw him, fell in love with his ears and how expressive his face was. You could read him by his eyes and he almost always looked like he was frowning although that was just his mouth shape, his ears and stumpy tail would give away how happy he really was.
While I was writing this on Halloween night, I received a call from the vet clinic telling me his ashes are ready for pickup. I will be bringing him home on Dia de los Angelitos day.
Here are a few pictures of my little man. The first one is the picture I saw of him on the rescue site and progress on to more current times.
The day he adopted me, April 9th 2012
Fundraising at work has me in The Skullery again. We are having a pumpkin carving Silent Auction/Contest for United way, along with a bake sale of spooky treats. Before my Wicket went to puppy heaven I decided that I was going to enter a pumpkin, I asked the organizer if fake pumpkins along with mixed media would be allowed, yes! Wooo Hooo!!
I’ve always wanted to create a diorama inside a fake pumpkin. So I did… in three days. The Friday before Wickets passing I had gone and purchased the pumpkin, and a few odds and in’s for the creation but come Sunday, the day I had to let me Wicket go, I was in no shape to create much less do anything useful. Come the following Friday I decided to pick it up again and bust butt to get it done. I’m always amazed at what I can do under a deadline but hate doing things that way. I tend to cut corners, that I would normally never do in my perfectionist world.
So babbling and yammering aside, here is the newest Halloween creation:
This is a post I don’t want to write. I want the clock to turn back, some magic wish to occur with me being able to make my Wicket live all of his days happy and healthy right along with his Momma. That didn’t and can’t happen and my Wicket is gone.
Wicket started having grand mal seizures Friday night, small strokes Saturday night and another grand mal Sunday evening. The cause points to a brain tumor and I had to make the heart wrenching decision to let him go. These aren’t the only symptoms he had, there were numerous neuro signs that confirmed the suspicion even more. I couldn’t allow for him to be in pain or uncomfortable with loosing his eyesight, his balance, etc. only to keep him with me.
I hurt emotionally and physically. I have cried so hard my stomach and back are killing me. I guess that is one way to get a six pack, heh. My inner children have left me, they are in some deep dark recesses of my brain and refuse to come out, they too want their Wicket back. I truly miss my little Sexy Face and feel that things were so unfinished. We only had a year and a half together.
I miss my little puppy soul mate…
Run and play my little Wickimus, Momma will see you again little buddy. ‘Til then hang out and run as fast as you can, you can come see me as often as you want. If I don’t see you, give me a nudge on the calf like you use to do, to let me know you are there. I love you infinity times infinity.
I hit the Skullery again, yay!! We have a United Way fundraiser at work every year and for the last couple of years I have wanted to donate to the Silent Auction. I made the decision I was doing it this year, so to make sure I didn’t get lazy I told people I would donate a OoAK art doll of a Halloween theme.
I knew I was going to make a Ghost. I didn’t want anything spooky but not to cutesy either. I have always loved the classic ghost with the bed sheet form, now to figure out how and what the scene should be. Secondly I wanted a pumpkin, I also had to figure out how to manage that too.
The ideas formed but how to bring the two together in a story line? AH HA moment hit me, he would be the Ghost of Peter D. Pumpkin Eater!
The Pumpkin is Poly Clay. I formed it around a Styrofoam ball and during the baking the ball shrinks so that you can get it out. I don’t recommend this. Not only do you need to ventilate your house, it is not good for the oven, which I use my actual kitchen oven for instead of a counter top toaster oven. The tombstone is wood from my 30+ year old cedar fence, wood burned with Peter’s name. The Ghost is a form created with an armature covered in Plumbers putty, which I built up a bit for the body and to hold the arms in place. Over that Plumbers putty is air dry clay for the head, to make the eyes and mouth. The sheet is an actual bed sheet dipped in Paverpol and draped over the body form. I love Paverpol! The pumpkin guts are poly clay seeds with orange string and Carpet Latex as the yellowy guts part.
Here are the before and after photos:
I’m such a bad Blog Mom. I have ignored the poor thing and I feel badly for it. I should get back to posting cool spooky stuff but find my time management to be rather lacking.
As far as life updates go… I’m working through some medical stuff but it has forced me to change what I eat. No more Gluten and limited Dairy, for me. I have lost 12 pounds since July 20th and have numerous poundies to go. I have found with going Gluten free that my head is less cloudy, my memory is better and my inner children possess me much more often.
Wicket is doing what Wicket does, which is just being total awesome. The silly boy makes me smile every day.
Mom is hanging in there. Her CT Scan came back with the results of: No new tumors and the tumors she does have either have shrunk or have not changed. Could be better news, but it isn’t necessarily bad news. She is looking at the possibility of a second opinion due to her Oncologist telling her that the Chemo is done and there is nothing more to try.
I’m working on a Doll for a Silent Auction that we are having at work for United Way. I will post pics later after I get it closer to being done.
Jennifer and I have never met in person but have socialized on Facebook for years. I have followed her Halloween and professional set painting with enthusiasm. I have teased her for years to please create some set painting video’s, for those of us that live far to far away to go watch her in action. One day Jennifer, one day I will either be stalking you on set or those dang videos will magically appear!
As a new artist you quickly learn that you need to find your niche. Either it be a special way all of your creations will look, or a theme that you lovingly stick to because it drives you. Jennifer found her’s and I fully admit that I am jealous!! I have my niche via theme but she has broke the mold where niche’s go.
I will quit yammering and show you what I mean.
I now present you with Dead Buddies!!
First the links:
**Update** Camera SOLD
I am selling my Olympus Digital SLR camera. You can see the details below and I will only take payment through PayPal unless you live local and then it is Cash only.
Olympus EVOLT E-500 Digital SLR Camera
$375.00 includes shipping to the U.S. vis USPS
Price includes the below list:
- Olympus EVOLT E-500 Digital SLR Camera
- Olympus Zuiko 40-150mm lens
- Olympus Zuiko 14-45mm lens
- 2x – Quantaray UV Filter 58mm
- Quantaray Circular PL Filter 58mm
- Olympus Lens Hood LH-61B
- Olympus Lens Hood LH-61
- Olympus Manual and Quick Start guide
- USB and AV cables
- Olympus Battery Charger BCM-2
- 2x – Olympus Batteries PS-BLM1
- Olympus Remote Control RM-1
- 2x – 1gb XD Cards
- Olympus XD 6 card holder
- Lowepro Sling Shot 200AW Backpack
First a little back story: West Coast Haunters Convention is a Convention for Pro Haunters, Home Haunters, Halloween lovers of any kind and generally a large loving family of people that not only love the Spookier side of life but also enjoy the company of like minds, although I will fully admit that most of us do not look approachable or may seem, on first glance, like the person your Mother warned you about.
The WCHC is also geared around being a fundraiser for the Oregon School for the Deaf, “How is there a link between the two?”, you ask. OSD hosts a Haunted Attraction called Nightmare Factory which Ed Roberts is responsible for it’s inception, the haunt being created as a fundraiser for the residential programs at OSD. Ed also started the WCHC a smidge over four years ago and it’s original location was OSD. Clicking on the Nightmare Factory link will give you more history for the haunt. Not only do the students work as actors within the Haunt they also attend the Convention.
Back story having been told and the warning’s from your Mother fresh in your mind, you may not expect such a heart felt and well contemplated post to be written by ‘one of those Halloween/love to scare the bejeebee’s out of you types’…
Please head on over to Shelley’s Blog and read this… you will be glad you did.
Here is a snippet of Cory’s Article:
Deaf Kids Don’t Listen
By Cory Hunt
One of the great joys of my life is being with people who are enthusiastic, curious, willing to be themselves and let you be you. I have always tended to find myself drawn to the outcast of society. And, pretty quickly, I realized that we are all outcasts in our own minds. There is a whole side topic in this thought that I am going to shy away from.
Because what I want to talk about are some awesome deaf kids, their cool teachers, and how they hear us better than we hear ourselves. More importantly: the lessons that we can learn from them and how to better work with them.
Continue reading here…
Mom and I are home from the WCHC in Portland, Oregon!! It was awesome! I was a bit overwhelmed and didn’t hang out with people or do many of the things I would have. Next year I will know my surroundings and be all over everything.
We did go to one seminar, which was Drew Pierce of Cut Throat Studios on how to rust and dirty things up. I felt right at home with him talking, my inner children were bouncing in their seats. We also saw some old friends, family and went to the Rose Test Garden and the Japanese Garden. We drove around in Battle Ground and Brush Prairie to get an idea of the area. I seriously can’t wait to get down there.
One thing I would really like to do is to get a booth down there. I don’t know if I could do it while living up here though. Getting everything down there via plane would be a bit tricky. I would want to decorate my booth, instead of having the plain Jane look, so that would be hard to do and then ship. I was thinking I could split a booth with someone and it would be cheaper and easier to man. Taking food and bathroom breaks when your alone would kinda suck.
On a different note… my hair has grown fast! I’m going to get it trimmed tomorrow. I’m liking it short, it is sooooo easy! Plus I have no clue what kind of style I want to try to grow it to.