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This figure, clearly a dog, was found on an ancient piece of New World pottery in a Los Angeles museum. For hundreds, if not thousands of years, humans have shared their lives, hearts and homes with canine companions. For a relationship in which there is no common language, we seem to understand each other very well. And a home with a beloved dog seems and feels happier, to me at least.
If you've lived long enough, you will inevitably have to say goodbye to one (or maybe many) of these four-legged friends. And people's grief for their pets is as real and heartfelt as any can be. I've often thought it a shame that our lifespans are not equivalent, or even close. I'm certain there are many scientific reasons why this may be so, but I am convinced that dogs are much better students at learning unconditional love during their Earthly existence and graduate sooner than the rest of us bumbling bipeds.
I have known and loved a line of dogs in my life, their antics and personalities each a quirky marvel of magnificence, their joyfulness and playfulness a constantly moving model of how-to-be in this world and their patience and undying loyalties, quiet and gracious gifts held close to my heart. That we honor them in our heart as well as in our art seems a given.
