I’m writing through the pain of grief. My beloved Saffy, loyal canine companion and all-round best friend, died just over a week ago. One steadfast beacon of light in my life for the past twelve years and four months has been extinguished. The intensity of grief losing a dog is comparable to that of a family member or close friend. You have to have owned a dog to understand why, and though my argument is encapsulated in the title of this piece, I will attempt to explain further.
Given that my folks aren’t whizzes with the old “interweb”, I don’t think it’ll “spoil Xmas” to publish a picture of my recently finished painting here.
It’s oil on canvas, and I’ve called it “Dawn”, as it’s a landscape of the Peak District at dawn in spring, when two Jacobs rams caught my eye.