I did this little painting quite some years ago now. Simon was a cat we owned back in the 1980s along with another cat called Jasper. Unfortunately Simon became very ill and had to be put down. We don't know what happened really there wasn't any marks on him to show he had been in any sort of accident but the vet said it looked like he had been either crushed or maybe someone had kicked him :( It was very sad to lose him like that. our other cat Jasper also missed him to, they were very close and I suppose he must have wondered where Simon had gone. I originally started this painting just wanting to paint a cat, but it ended up as a portrait of Simon. I think I did this painting to have something to remember him in happier times, wide eyed and bushy tailed and perhaps still stalking the birds in kitty Heaven. :) But I do kind of think cats are immortal and sometimes an aspect of immortality seems to exist in my own paintings, at least to me, fooled by my own art, perhaps? But I suppose it's like a memory made flesh and maybe that is all we are at the end of the day.
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