So long, and thanks for being a Fish

Her time came. Poor little Pearl. Jo, Dan and I spent last night in her company as the last hours of her life drained out of her. We tried to make light of the situation, then sadly our well wishes turned to us trying to come up with humane ways to put her out of her misery. No suitable ones were devised, so she was left to her natural path.

Jo texted me this morning to break the news that Pearl had indeed crossed over. She spent a while with her before giving her a proper burial (mini crucifix and all), in the flower box on the terrace.

The clouds are moving so quickly today I feel like the studio is being pulled with them. As I look out the large sky lights to my left I think about the so very much work to do, I kind of wish I could fly away with them.