I love to paint, draw, take pictures and then paint them. I know some of my art is strange but I love it. Some is realistic, some are sketches, some is abstract and some, well, just goofy. But either way, I love it and I love the stories I can tell through it.
I had to say goodbye to my beautiful rescue of 10 years yesterday, Tracer. My heart was so broken and I cried all day. I guess he was older than I thought when I rescued him. Starving, dying from lack of food and he wandered up on my sisters property. It was evening when I pulled in and saw this starving dog. I had a meal I had bought, got out of my car and fed him and gave him the bottled water I had. As he stood back up, he just put his head against my leg and looked at me with these beautiful sad brown eyes.
I thought my sister would keep him but when I got back home, 40 miles away she had called and said no. He would be taken to the pound because they couldn’t care for him. I couldn’t sleep at all that night and I told my husband early the next morning, “I am going to get that dog. I have already named him Tracer. If he will get in my car, I am bringing him.” He had touched my heart when he just put his head against my leg.
So, off I went, stopped and got some fast food and prayed on my way he was still alive and still there. I pulled up and there he was, on the ground, shivering. I walked over and fed him some of the food and said, “Come on Tracer, we are going home.” I opened my old Volvo door and as bad off as he was he managed to jump in. That was 10 years ago. I did not realize it at the time but he rescued me too. He was my loyal friend, devoted tome, my companion. Three days ago, he started sleeping a lot and acting weird. He had been abused I knew because he would growl if he ever felt cornered which could be as simple as being against anything solid if he felt a threat. But I only showed him love. I stayed with him almost non stop these last three days as he seemed to get weaker and weaker.
I called the Vets but they wanted to muzzle and etc. which would have scared him so much. He was eating, drinking, walking (slowly) but other than sleeping a lot seemed just tired. The night before last he quit eating or drinking that evening. I knew I was losing him. I sat with him until 3 a.m., in the rain for me, in his shelter for him as I petted him. He died a little after 3 a.m. and I cried all day yesterday. I miss him so much. I love you Tracer and I hope, after who knows how many years of abuse, our ten years together made up for it. I will forever be grateful for the time and love we shared but I am sure going to miss you my sweet friend. I love you.
I believe if we support one another in our careers and support our fellow writers, artist in all genres that we can make it. We can help one another to build up bit by bit. I think if we buy American products where all or the majority are made here in America, we can again help. A few examples are blogs on here, face book pages where local artist or craftsman sell their items or music or writing. A few companies that sell products where some if not all are made in America: slinkys, New Balance shoes (not all but they are labeled) Merle Norman, Hallmark, Burts Bees, Regalware pans, Igloo, Zippo, Louisville sluggers and so many more.
So, there are some places to buy but also we need to check around and try and help those struggling to get their local business or shop or work or photography and there also, the list goes on. Just look around and see if you can find those who are trying to make a living here in America and buy from them! There are so many things and areas to choose from. Lets support each other and bring hope to the ones who struggle to make and sell hard earned things that they take time to make! Lets make America self-sufficient by buying here and help our small owners to get to the top!