September was a busy and emotional month. We sold and moved
from our special summer spot in Refuge Cove, BC, and spent much energy sorting
through not only material goods but also special memories made over the past fifteen
years. Three days after leaving, we said good-by to our little Spike, who was
the best dog ever. She had been failing quickly over the past year, and her
time had come to leave us.
We had a two week period in August when the “new owners”
came to spend time in “our/their” house and we temporarily moved to a tiny
cabin in our community. I took along a small box of sewing items and as I
watched the boats come and go, I also witnessed our Spike in her failing state,
and began a journal quilt for the theme of “Animals”. With this came a poem:
Stitched to Death
I sit on the deck of this
waterfront cabin,
Small waves lapping at the pilings,
Sun glistening off the water,
Boat traffic and noise in the periphery,
While I stitch this cloth
to death.
Browns and greens become
the hilly earth shapes,
A remnant of sky colors sit above the horizon
And scraps of black are pieced together:
Four legs that have jumped up on our laps,
Two big pointy ears that picked up every move
we made,
A lively black tail that was a signal to her
moods,
And a tiny nose that ruled her life,
While I stitch this cloth
to death.
It’s a time for
reflection:
A distinctive bark that signaled any visitors,
The loyalty and friendship she gave us for sixteen years,
The miles we traveled together – be it by boat or car or
plane,
The new friends we made just because others were so
curious about her.
And further pondering her
funny little habits:
Waiting to eat her dinner when we ate ours,
Sleeping with us but only under the top cover,
Discriminately sitting on our left side, never on the
right,
And balancing so proudly on our folded forearms as we
stood to converse with others,
While I stitch this cloth
to death.
And now I wonder if she
even knows us as she
Paces through the night,
Gets stuck in corners and tight spaces,
Accepts her mashed up food in a bottle,
And lets us carry her most places.
But the sweetness in her
eyes remain constant, and I dwell on that
While I stitch this cloth
to death.
This little journal quilt sat unfinished for a few weeks; I finally unearthed it last
night to finish it.
In the meantime, I have been working on other projects, one
in particular creating a “day of the dead” altar from cloth, and of course my
first prototype was for Spike. It basically is a sleeve of black quilted fabric
that I slipped over an inexpensive, free-standing 8x10 acrylic picture frame. The design
work was mainly discharged and later colored in with bright fabric markers.
Lots of buttons were added and also tiny ribbon flowers. I attached two lines
of cording for displaying photos.
As you can see, we loved our dog a lot and really miss her.
