… anxiety was frustrating. I didn’t understand it — I knew I’d be back soon and life would continue. But with Baxter’s death near, I finally understand the grip of his separation anxiety. It’s a fear, terror-creating and howl-inducing, that a moment of being alone will freeze in place and become absolute and infinite. I’m blocked from helping my dog die because I’m scared to lose him. Because I don’t want to be alone.
…separation anxiety starts with thoughts of losing my dog, it spins and tumbles into a darker place. It slips into broader fears about being alone, about losing those I love, about a heart abandoned. There, at last, is the ontological rub that a dog’s impending death has brought to me.
I hear this kind of conversation a lot. Random collisions and connections lead to designers helping designers or teaming up with architects, photographers, and developers to take on multi-faceted projects. This also leads to discovering other opportunities in the community with the arts, education, transportation, or whatever. Other creative leaders outside of design make for wonderful partners and lead to ways to participate that make the entire community better for everyone.