We said goodbye to our lovely dog Flinky this week. A little fluff-ball mongrel, born in Greece, where we lived at the time, he was with us for 17 years and it hits hard to miss him. It’s been good to think about his many years as a quick and clever, strong and hilarious, sweet and playful dog, how he loved leading park expeditions and galloping along beaches, his games of hide and seek and how he’d soar straight over the garden wall in Wensleydale to catch frisbees, before flopping by our feet (or walking boots / fireplace / the middle of board games) – so many years of making our lives richer!
I drew him many times, as he was an innovative sleeping-pose model of great talent and a big source of inspiration. I picked out this straight-to-ink drawing of him done last summer – a soft, almost purring, centre keeping a drowsy eye on goings on amidst a mix of ‘home’ things in it that made me smile. Thank you for the comments some of you have made on my sketches of him on here, and for the real life ear scratches and kind words many of you gave him! We were lucky to have him.