At lunch time Gypsy went out for a wee and could not get back up the stairs onto the verandah. She sat in the rain crying and I just knew that this was it. After drying her with the hair dryer I took her through to the Doctor and he just shook his head. The disease had spread to all four limbs and all stability had gone. She had lost her independence. She could not function on her own anymore. Goodbye Gypsy, we will always remember you and the wonderfully spunky personality you had. Her story is below.
The last few "quickies" from Cheval Voyeur Farm. This was a quick oil while there was still quite a lot of water around. A charcoal sketch done while hiding in the bushes trying to keep out of the sun!