Art and Death

Dear Sweet Mingus,

This isn't just a practice memorial for "us", it is a way of putting something concrete, stupid but "real" into the world of the living so that when you die I'll have some reminders of how big you made home, how worthwhile, and how loving. Coming home to you never, ever, ever, lost its appeal, its welcome, its joy. You're my buddy baby and being here is going to be one huge chasm of "where the hell is Mingus?" when your loving heart stops beating.

Thanks for waiting for me to show up at the kennel in the summer of '94, and staying close for these fourteen plus years, buddy. You sure know how to make a gal feel loved.

Kisses,
T.B.

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch