My Story with Fynn



This was my Fynn the first time I saw him. He was 7 weeks old and begged to be loved. He came to live with me and he was an amazing fur baby. We developed a strong bond. I was his human and he was my soul. He was always so happy to see me, and we would sit together and lean on each other. He loved physical loves and strokes and no matter how grubby he was, I couldn't resist touching him.


Fynn died suddenly, with no indication of illness. He wasn’t even 3 years old.  The vet did everything she could to save him, but his bone marrow couldn’t recover and he died in the arms of his family on the 31st May 2012.

I miss him every minute of every day. But within the deep grief I experienced came the need to paint him. I had never mixed an oil paint in my life. But I discovered that I have a gift. I have also realized that Fynn has not left me and our work together now is to help people who have lost their furry soul mates, through remembering them and choosing a picture for me to paint for them. At the same time Fynn works on his side with your fur baby  to help them to heal.

If you have lost a special someone, contact me and lets meet for tea to remember you special fur baby, and choose a photo to transform into a soul full painting you can cherish forever.

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