Angus, the fearless warrior, died this morning of kidney disease. He was a real character, personable and very chatty. He was a great hunter and an ardent textile enthusiast, favouring the softer, cozier cloths, especially if I was working on them.
Nothing much fizzed on him.
He had great adventures, travelling across Canada and retiring, as every Prairie boy dreams of, on Salt Spring Island. He lived 15 very active and love-filled years.
I stitched this portrait of him fighting an eagle a few years back.
He will be missed.