A warm friendly aura encircled him, reflected in his eyes, echoed in his sun-bleashed forelock, highlighted by his bold sprinkled blaze, completed by his soft snuggly nose.
It was an honour to immortilise this noble soul.
It is so easy to see why he is sorely missed.
"Henry"
pencil on paper
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