All Grown Up People's Choice

As I sit in my studio, the familiar smell of paint and canvas fills the air, mixing with the aroma of the spaghetti dinner I made for myself. Today, however, it’s not just for me. Across the table, sitting with impeccable posture, is Max, my golden retriever, his coat gleaming in the soft light of the room.

Max’s eyes are wide with excitement as I set down a plate of spaghetti in front of him. His tail thumps against the wooden floor, a steady, joyful rhythm. He waits patiently, a model of canine decorum, until I give him the nod. Then, with an almost human-like precision, he digs in, gently slurping up the strands of pasta. His nose twitches with delight, and every so often, he glances up at me, his eyes twinkling with happiness and gratitude.

Behind Max, on the wall, hangs a picture of him as a puppy, captured in a moment of pure joy, his tiny body eagerly leaning over a bowl of spaghetti. The resemblance is heartwarming and almost uncanny. Puppy Max, with his oversized paws and ears, looks just as enthusiastic about his meal as grown-up Max does now. The painting captures the innocence and exuberance of his youth, a perfect contrast to the dignified yet equally joyful dog in front of me.

This scene is a welcome change from the darker themes I’ve been exploring for Mental Health Awareness Month. As a disabled veteran, painting has always been my sanctuary, a way to process and release the weight of my experiences. Lately, my work has been intense, raw, and cathartic, reflecting the struggles and pain that many of us face but rarely discuss.

But today, this painting brings a different kind of therapy. It’s a moment of lightness, a simple, heartwarming scene that makes me smile. Watching Max enjoy his spaghetti, seeing the pure contentment in his eyes, reminds me of the small, beautiful moments in life that bring us joy. This painting isn’t just a picture of a dog eating dinner; it’s a celebration of happiness, both his and mine.

As I put the finishing touches on the canvas, capturing the glint in Max’s eyes, I feel a sense of peace wash over me. This painting, with its vibrant colors and joyful subject, is a testament to the healing power of art. It’s a reminder that even amidst the darkness, there are moments of light that make it all worthwhile. And today, Max and his spaghetti dinner are my light.