Dog Angels, Paintings for Pet Loss

Hello!  I just wanted to share with you a new idea I have been trying for friends that have lost their pets.  I have taken a picture of their pet as a reference and painted them with wings and paired them with angels.  I do this so that it is a reminder to the owner that their pet is in a better place.

When I lost my dog, Max, I went searching for that perfect gift out in the stores to bring back home with me something that would comfort me or know that Max was in heaven, but I never really found anything.  There were a lot of rainbow bridges plaques and doggie ornaments with wings and halo, but it wasn’t my Max. I settled for a miniature pinscher ornament and shelf sitter, but still felt untouched.  I would have loved a painting  of my own Dog with an angel in the heavens!

And so, when my friends lost their dogs, I painted their images and made it look like they were welcomed to their “new home” in heaven and they would be safe and waiting for them when it was time.  Just seeing their faces when I gave them the paintings was enough. It was the best feeling.  I hope you like these two paintings, one is in watercolors and the other in pastels.  Both are inspiring.  If you are interested in having one done for you or someone you know, please e-mail me at mcprop@cox.net, and we can discuss it further.  Thanks and have a good day!

angel with Max, a golden Lab in Pastels

angel with Max, a golden Lab in Pastels

angel with Lucky, a springer spaniel in watercolors

angel with Lucky, a springer spaniel in watercolors

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Finished Pastel Painting of My Dog Max

Yes, I finally finished Max’s picture, and when I was done…I felt a little sad.  It felt like I could actually touch him…and his eyes are just how I remember them…like looking into your soul.

So here he is, and hope you like him.  If you would like me to do a pastel portrait of “your” pet or someone you know,  please e-mail me and I can give you all the info on price and  to what I would need  as a picture to use as a reference.  They make great gifts for people for Christmas, especially if you don’t know what to get for someone, and the portraits last a lifetime! My e-mail is mcprop@cox.net if you have any questions. You may also go to my portfolio site at http://www.cherylmcnulty.com, where I have samples of portraits I have done with the originals to compare.  Any design you see on this site can be made into a card, print, canvas print or whatever. I just take a design and send it through Zazzle, and make anything…so just ask and I will see what I can do.

I am also just starting to do watercolor pictures of angels with cats/dogs/pets,  for those who have passed away.   They can be comforting to the owners, I think.  I can take the picture of the pet with added wings and paint it to look just like the pet with an angel.  I will put up a picture of one asap.  Thank you and hope you like my Max!  He’s on my wall right now! 🙂DSC08581

The Forgotten Ones (Another Reblog)

Here is another popular reblog.  I feel it is appropriate right now because of Halloween approaching and the whole cemetery thing.  I hope you enjoy this.  It really makes you think.

The Forgotten Ones In Autumn

The Forgotten Ones

The view from my second – story  bedroom window is a humbling one.  It reminds me how precious life is everyday.  The view is of a simple cemetery, not quite historical, but dated, none-the-less.

I don’t mind the cemetery at all.  Our house is separated from the cemetery by a stockade fence, a steep slope and railroad tracks that sit down below. These tracks are not for an Amtrak, but for an occasional slow-moving train transferring goods.  I  take comfort in the fact that know no one will ever build over there, and as neighbors to us,  they never make a fuss.  The geese fly low overhead and it is very peaceful.

The  view to me is comforting, almost like an old friend, now.  The same stones greet me every morning when I open up my blinds.  Sometimes the view can look rather eerie when there is a low fog rolling in, and then sometimes, it can look overwhelmingly beautiful, like just after a snowstorm.

There are times I have been depressed and sat on my bed feeling hopeless about a situation, and then through teary eyes, I’ll glance over at the solemn view,  and my mind starts reeling.  Someday that will be me, nothing more than a name on a stone.  Who will remember me?  The things I liked, the friends I knew. The things I’ve done?  Will it all have mattered?  Did I make a difference?  An impression?  Then suddenly,  my current problem doesn’t seem so important after all.  That could be me over there.

Those stones sit there everyday and I see no one.  Not one visitor.  Maybe on a very, rare occasion, I’ll see a lone person sitting on a stone having lunch like they are sitting with an old friend, or a car will sit there and someone may get out and wander.  I mostly see joggers and walkers, and the occasional person walking their dog, only to have it relieve itself on a stone.  Now. that’s a memory I wish not to have when I am gone.

The church in the distance rings out the time at 9:00, 12:00 and 6:00, and I think to myself,  how odd that is , especially for those in the cemetery who don’t care about the time anymore. And the stones sit there day after day, alone in the rain…in the snow…surrounded in leaves…and then sometimes, the miniature flags come out, like for Memorial Day. It looks slightly alive for awhile.

I wonder when the cemetery was first new, how many family members must have come to visit here.  Year after year, with flowers and small gifts.  I can picture groups of families, probably crying and hanging on to each other. Ill bet it was very busy for a long time… and then it just slowly got forgotten. People got older and passed on, moved away or something.  The visiting stops and the stones just sit there and look like they are waiting. Waiting for someone to  just remember them. The people there.  They were here once, talking and laughing.  They had families and memories and pasts.  How sad.  I don’t want this to be me someday, but I guess it will be inevitable.

So, one day, I’ve promised to buy a rose or two.  I’ll walk through the plots and read the names and imagine the lives of the ones that lie there. I’ll place  a rose on top of a stone, stand back and smile… and maybe, I will even say a prayer.

Then, I will say

to myself, “No, you are not forgotten…not today”.

The Forgotten Ones In Winter

Keeping Watch

There is a cemetery down the road from my house.  It’s not like the one that sits across the railroad tracks behind my house that I can see.  This one has more statues of angels that you can see from the road as you pass by.  It  always bothered me that I could never really stop long enough to study the faces or the poses of the stone angels keeping watch.  I kept telling myself I was going to go there one day and just take pictures of the solemn statues, that even though are haunting, look somewhat beautiful and even peaceful.  And so one cloudy day, I did just that.  My daughter came with me and drove me around that cemetery and stopped when I needed her to, to take just the right photo.  Here are those photos. See if you don’t get the same feeling, that they are beautiful, but haunting as well.

In Deep Thought

 

I'll Watch Over You

For The Babies

 

Grieving

 

Mother and Child

 

Beautiful Angel 1

 

Beautiful Angel 2

 

I am so glad I decided to finally take these photos.  Just beautiful.

 

 

 

The “Love and Hate List” (via Cherylmcnulty’s Blog)

Here is a reblog on one of my older posts I went through and found. I just felt it should be read again. Hope you like it! 🙂

Again, I found this entry in my journal.  This journal by the way, was intended to be given to my children to have when I am no longer here.  Kind of like a mish mash of feelings,poems, and what my kids mean to me. I gave my mother an empty  journal book (they were called “Anything Books”) as a gift for a birthday or Mothers Day, because I knew she liked to write.  She loved it and used it, and I found it after she passed away.  Our family used i … Read More

via Cherylmcnulty’s Blog

Goodbye Max

Max being cute

Max with my daughter Caitlin

Ready for Fall

Waiting

Loved to be held

Waiting...again. Is it for me?

This is probably the hardest post I will ever write.  My dog Max, our min- pin of 11 years, had to be put down Wednesday from complications from diabetes.  He was a tough guy, and looked like he had 9 lives, always coming back from a set back.  He was tired.

We knew it was time and he let us hug him endlessly before he was put down.  That part was just so hard. I can’t get it out of my mind.  He just lay there on the vet table with his head between his paws as if to say, “I’m ready”…but we weren’t.

Enough of that.  He was a great, smart dog and if I were ever to get another, it would be another min-pin, most definitely.  He was part clown, I’m sure.  They told us when we got him he would not be a lap dog…wrong!  He loved being held. He had energy I would kill for!  And as far as a watch dog…the best!  We will never forget him.  He was my first pet that I ever picked out, and I trained him myself.  He was easy at that too!

Anyway, the part that hits me the most, now, is the quiet.   I can’t get used to it.  I keep expecting him to pounce on me while I lay sleeping on the couch, to tell me to take him out and put him into the basement where his bed was. The quiet is what is killing me the most.  When the postman comes, and the Chem Lawn guy comes, and we come home from jobs and school…the quiet gets you!

His dish is still sitting on the floor, and something is holding me back from putting it away. Am I crazy!  I try telling myself that he’s better off and without pain and in a better place, but I want him with me!  I will try to be less selfish, and I have to go on, but Max..we love you always!  You were the best and you won’t be forgotten, ever.  Until we meet again…<3

Here is a video for “Rainbow Bridge”

Please watch.. and have a tissue ready.:(

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Uncle Larry

Are there relatives in your past that were characters, or stood out from  others because they were so original or unique?  Well, I would like to start blogging about some of the relatives I remember from my past and  blog about what I remember about them.  They can make very interesting posts. The first one I would like to start with is my Uncle Larry.

From what I remember, Uncle Larry was always an older man.  He was tall and spindly with tan wrinkled arms and  fine wisps of grey,white hair on his head.  He always wore  thick-rimmed black glasses,  and his forearm had the tatoo of an anchor  on it from when he was in the service.  We always thought that was pretty cool.  When I saw him, he always seemed to wear the same  colored clothes everyday, khaki grey pants and a muted green shirt.

We were told by my mom that he was married to her step-sister, then they divorced.  But he always came to my summer birthdays for cookouts and his ex (my Aunt Ruthie) would be there also.  I always thought that must have made him feel a little awkward.  If it did, it never showed.

We saw him quite frequently as he would drive my mom to the post office, store and other errands during the day, as she hadn’t learned how to drive yet (she was over 30) and dad was at work with the car during the day.   When he became my brother’s godfather, it seemed he was around even more.  He always brought Dunkin Donuts with him  when he came, and he always knew our favorites- chocolate frosted and chocolate glazed.  We loved to see Larry come in the door!

He would sit at our kitchen table with his legs crossed and take out his black, shiny pipe, and my sister and I would watch intently as he pulled out a pouch of tobacco.  He would scrape the inside of the bag to get the tobacco full in the pipe and pack it down tight with his index finger.  It was black cherry tobacco, and it smelled heavenly.  I would eat it if I could!  We sat there and watched him smoke that pipe, and he would make smoke rings with his mouth,  joke around with us and tell funny stories. He would always sing this little ditty that would drive us insane.  He’d sing, “And the birdies are singin’ in the trees”, and make up random sing- songy verses that were silly.

I remember one day  he took my mom to the post office and waited outside for her.  I guess he must’ve moved the car to get out of someone’s way  and there was another car just like his in the parking lot.  My mother came out and went straight to the other car, got in and started talking without looking up.  Talking and talking (my mother could talk).  My uncle watched  from his car the whole time.  All he did was laugh!  My mom finally looked up to see it wasn’t Larry she was talking to.  The man looked pretty scared!  My mother was never so embarrassed.  When we heard the story, we all never  laughed so hard!

I’ll always have a special place in my heart for Uncle Larry.  He ended up getting cancer and I just remember him not being so pleasant anymore…he was angry, and I didn’t blame him!  

At his wake…one of my firsts…he did not look like Larry to me.  Other people there started to say the same thing.  That’s when we  realized he didn’t have his thick- rimmed black glasses on his face.  He always wore those.  As soon as June, his daughter, placed them on his face, I recognized him.  That was Larry.

Larry- he was a very special,nice man.

I miss him.  Love you, Larry!

The Infamous Uncle Larry