Somebodies Babies

I'm not going to pretend that most pieces in general don't draw me into some sort of wild daydream about the origin story behind them, but this one especially vortexed me when I found it. Look at these two! 

This pair of Yorkshire Terrier's were certainly somebodies babies, somebodies pride and joy. I think about the day these two were carted to a photography studio. Dolled up as much as you can with this type of dog, posed then shot (by a camera!). I think of the pets owner selecting this piece from a catalogue of available sizes and frames. It's one of the larger pieces on the web shop for sure. If you're interested in picking this up locally, please reach out to me as I'll slash off a large chunk of the associated and embedded shipping costs. 

I think about the pictures of our now deceased pet we have all over our apartment. None are professionally shot but with mobile phones boasting great cameras, we didn't need to go that far. I think about if I could ever donate a photo of him to thrift store. I shake my head "no" internally, but we never know the circumstances in which these items end up in my apartment. 

The average lifespan of a Yorkshire Terrier is 13-16 years so I think its SAFE to assume these two have passed on and are running laps and being yippy somewhere on a magic cloud or wherever we want to assume the spirt of a loved pet ends up when their physical body can't serve its carrier purpose anymore. 

How long did this photo stay hanging after these two passed? We're coming up to three years without our Cat and he's still prominent in our place. Outside of the photo's we have, I feel like he never left. He died in that apartment and I feel like he's still just around whatever corner I'm not specifically looking at. As a photograph, he's on our fridge and he's on our bookshelf.  I have a photograph of him taped up to the table next to where I ship and package these pieces as they leave my apartment. But I still feel that presence and I worry that maybe if we move to a new apartment or god forbid the world swings our way and we end up in a house, will that presence follow us?

I think about the presence these two Yorkies cast. Was it a shadow on the couch they used to sleep? Bits of dog food you sweep away when you finally move the oven out from the wall to deep clean behind it? Hair. Everywhere and in places you swore these pet's never really spent time. 

Whatever drew someone to get rid of this piece I am grateful, as it keeps me thinking.