A sketch of my elderly Staffy cross dog, Flynn, lying betwen my feet during a break.
Flynn was a survivor with a mangled face (car accidents) and pus coming out of one eye, and when I took him on over 11 years ago, the vets estimated he was 9 years old.
Whatever his age, he is a very old dog and I don’t know how much longer he will be with me, as he is getting frailer by the day. The thought of having him put down is incredibly painful – and having handled stock on my 10 acre block for years, I am no stranger to death. But this dog is my love.
I am putting this series up as a tribute to him