Five years ago this evening,December 11, 2013, as Jeanie and I returned from dinner with friends, my beloved Australian Cattle Dog Wrangler went under my car and was gone.
He was a Blue Heeler. I rescued him or better he rescued me, and was my friend for ten years. The agony and the hurt of this was almost unbearable. I was heartbroken then, and still miss him terribly.
His green collar still hangs on my bedpost, an attachment always to the dog of a lifetime.
I called him my “spiritual director dog” because he was the most attentive creature I can imagine, and he taught me to pay attention.
In these paintings, and in my book Wrangler My Spiritual Director Dog, I sought to share with others the heart of our friendship.