In Memory Of Hamish - Part One- The Postman

My artwork is helping me to keep my beautiful Hamish with me. It's been 1 week since we said goodbye and my husband suggested to write about him and do some art work as it will help heal, and I don't normally admit he's right about things but this time he is. It works.

Part 1- The Postman.

I would always get frustrated with Hamish when the postman came as he always thought the post was for him. He never barked at anything else but the postman and every morning I would have to guard the door in order from him not to eat the post.

He has attempted to eat books, cheques, various bits of advertising, a snack box and even an icepack, which almost cost a trip to the vets!

I miss him terribly. Here he is.