I was nursing some fresh wounds as I made this work, having just lost Ty, my 13-year-old labrador retriever. At the moment I write this, he's been gone less than two months. That's certainly not enough time for the wounds to be healed, and part of me doesn't even want healing. I want to remember. I want to remember the sensation of patting Ty's head or throwing my arms around him, I want to remember how his face seemed to smile at me whenever I came into the room. I think at best, time fades all wounds, and there's some sorrow even in the fading. I added a Bible verse from the book of Psalms to this scroll – see next image for detail.