(2002 - 2020)
Cleo was my fierce companion and treasured ally for 18 years. Words simply fail to express the deep connection and powerful bond that tethered us. She was highly intelligent and a shit because of it, but she always kept an eye on me and she was always in whatever room I was currently occupying. She was my safe place. I was truly scared I wouldn’t survive the loss of her. I had entered treatment for anorexia and three days after I hit a healthy weight she left me. The beautiful human who came to my home to put Cleo down explained how when two animals are bonded through trauma, one won’t leave until they know the other will be ok. I maintained weight. Such a simple sentence for something I once thought impossible. I turned to ink and paper to catch my emotional vomit, and I poured my grief onto these pages like throwing down chicken bones looking for answers. *Below is a small sampling of this body of work.
