George Shaw

Puss Puss died in October this year. It was quite unexpected. She seemed so full of life one minute and the next minute I was digging her grave in the garden.  She loved climbing trees. She’d run half way up them and then look back to see if you had seen her. Then she’d gingerly creep back down. I drew this quickly (as you can see) from a photo on my iPhone in Lee’s studio just before we went to the pub. For a moment it was like she hadn’t died.

George Shaw
November 2018