The clouds float across the sky and let the sun come through, warming our fur. The waves are retreating with the tide and Seamus is the first one in the water.
“I love a dash and a splash,” says Seamus, “especially in a calm sea.”
Pearl follows him and then turns back towards our companions. “The water is a bit cold,” says Pearl. “I am keeping my paws dry.”
Families are setting up windscreens and towels near the main entrance.
“Let’s go this way,” says our companion.
We walk on to the far side of the beach. The sand is soft and the gulls are calling each other overhead.
A man is setting up an easel with a large blank canvas. I trot over for a sniff and see a small dog blanket on the sand. I look up at the man, down at the blanket and up at the man again.
“It’s OK wee mannie, you can sit on the blanket,” he says.
I am not sure. There is an energy around the blanket and I see an image of a small black terrier. I sniff the edges and sit down on the sand.
“You can probably sense it’s Brodie’s blanket, can’t ye?” says the man. “He used to sit on that blanket while I was painting. I have to bring it out with me otherwise I can’t paint.
I arrive with a blank canvas and I leave with a blank canvas. You can sit on it if you want, Brodie won’t mind. Won’t ye Brodie?” The man looks up at the sky.
Pearl comes walking over to see what is going on.
I get up, stretch my front paws and sit down on the blanket.
The man begins to paint. He blends blues, lilacs and whites for the sky, then adds greens for the water. The beach and the changing light are captured with sweeping strokes.
The waves are vibrant with quiffs of white spray. The man takes a few steps back, then forward again.
With a trembling hand he adds the faint outline of a man and a small terrier.
I put my paw on his knee and he bends down with a tear in his eye. I lean forward and touch his nose with mine. He rubs my mane and begins to laugh.
“You dogs always make me feel so good,” he says. “But I am better off on my own because I could not bear to lose another one.”
Pearl and I both get up and lick his face. We send him love from our hearts to his and hope that with time, he will be ready to accept the healing.
I send you all so much love,
Daily Prompt: Blank