Oil on canvas. Not for sale
Until today, I have never posted a painting twice. But Bert is gone from our lives, and he deserves the recognition.
I made a few paintings of Bert during his 12 years with Rand and Molly. They were 12 happy years. Twelve years of love, and adoration, and glee, with all parties enriching each other.
Bert was a lumbering, snuffling, happy-go-lucky guy. He snorted and farted and defended his way through life, a gentle guy doing a great job playing tough guy. At least, that's what it looked like from the outside.
As Bert grew old, he grew very white in the face. He grew very, very deaf. He grew even more dear.
He allowed my brother's and sister in law's daughter, Larkin, into the family and he adored her. He allowed a new puppy, Archie, into the family and at least tolerated him and his puppiness.
Bert loved my brother so deeply it made my heart ache sometimes to see them together.
You were one of a kind, Bert, and I will miss you forever.
|Bert, Watching Winter|
|Bert the Elder|