(Note: In this post, I have linked to many posts on another blog, and to one on my own. When you click on a highlighted word (it should appear in blue on your screen), you follow that link. Of course it is not necessary to read everything in those linked posts, but I think it is a good idea to at least look at the pictures.)
For some years now, I have been a regular reader of Yorkshire Pudding's blog. Like many of his readers, I particularly enjoy his great photos of beautiful Yorkshire (and elsewhere) countryside. But there is lots more to his blog, and I find his posts nearly always entertaining or thought-provoking (or both).
As early as 2009 (when I didn't know his blog yet), YP mentioned seeing foxes in his neighbourhood. Some remarkable encounters with foxes took place in 2012, but it was not until 2015 before Fred started to appear on the blog.
In the spring of 2015, he became a regular visitor to the garden at Pudding Towers. He even wrote a guest post on YP's blog, for the benefit of any other foxes who might happen to read it.
Later the same year, it was Fred's picture that won YP a first place in a photo competition. He (Fred, not YP) was already in a bad state, limping and balding.
And then, one day, Fred was gone.
But when YP took up painting, one of the first works he showed us on his blog was Fred's portrait based on one of his photos.
It was upon my request that he produced several more paintings of Fred, and I had the honour to choose one which was then sent to me just in time for my birthday.
When all my friends and family were gathered at the party, I introduced Fred to them.
I had already bought a matching frame earlier that same week, and a few days later, I gave him his rightful place of honour:
Even as I am typing this, I only have to turn my head to the right to look at the painting. And whenever I walk from one room to the other or leave or enter my flat, it is one of the first things I see. The door to the left is the entrance door to my flat. To the right is the kitchen, and I was standing in the doorway to the bedroom when I took this photo.
Once again, thank you, YP!
Fred definitely lives on.