A woman came in to the shop today to talk about getting a memorial tattoo for her dog who had just passed. We did all the typical things, asking about the design and size, explaining that if she would like to bring in the deceased’s ashes, those can be mixed into the ink to make the memorial more personal. By the time we’d gotten to this point, the woman was blinking rapidly and tilting her head back. Just a little.
“I was thinking of putting his name in the middle,” she said. My boss asked the name, and she took a steadying breath and said, “Bacchus”.
“A beautiful name.” I smiled as kindly as I could.
“Bacchus was the Roman god of wine.”
“I know Bacchus.” I smiled even bigger without thinking, and to my delight she matched my grin.
We offered her a walk-in appointment, but she said she’d have to come back; she’d had a glass of wine.