This is little Gizmo. He was the father of my little Lily who we got from my sister Marie-Louise. He was a scruffy little one, stinking like a can of tuna gone bad and almost toothless. A lover of cuddling was he, and he loved to hide in soft, small spaces where he spent many cozy moments. He was also a complete glutton and was a firm believer of being the master of everything edible, a position he fiercely held as his own and his alone. Many battles was fought over food with his mate Saga, Lily's mother, and his best friend Charles along with Lily whenever we visited my sister's family. He was full of quirky traits and had a great personality in his tiny little body. We all loved him dearly, and still do. Sadly, he left us a couple of months ago, leaving a great hole in us, and in my sister most of all. We celebrated her birthday today, and this was my gift to her; a portrait of indeed a scruffy little stinking Gizmo, a great, tiny little dog and we miss him deeply.
I don't believe in a God or a heaven, but if there is a heaven where all dogs go to, then here's to you, little Gizmo, I hope you're doing okey up there. I hope we'll meet again <3
I've spent the the afternoon with two of my nieces at one of my sister's house, and they wanted me to draw something in the Christmas theme, so a snoring Santa popped up on the paper. Too much x-mas porridge makes Santa tired.