Colour tattoo of a cartoon sheep wearing a red bow, with blue hearts and the words I thought you loved me in black lettering, on a calf.

Cartoon sheep with bow and quote on a calf

Traditional · Calf · Colour · Photo

A cartoon sheep with large round eyes and a red bow stands at the centre, with small blue hearts on either side and the words I THOUGHT above and YOU LOVED ME below in a curved arrangement. The sheep uses bold black outlines with pink, pale green and cream fills, and the lettering is solid black. The design is framed by partial tattoos at the edges of the photo on a limb against a light bedsheet.

Traditional Lettering Calf Bow Heart Quote Cartoon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The big top had lost its centre pole in March, and by the end of June the only act still paying its way was Marjorie, a sheep with a red satin bow who could count to seven by stamping one hoof at a time. Nobody in the crowd knew she was counting down to the last Saturday. Nobody but Walter Pike, who had bought her from a farm outside Lancaster as a lamb and taught her to stand on an upturned tub with her chin up like a duchess.

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Walter had stopped talking much after the lorries were sold. He still combed her fleece before each show, working the wool with a brush that had lost half its bristles, and he still slipped her a crust when the ringmaster's back was turned. On the Thursday he came into the horsebox with the ledger under his arm and a face the colour of wet cardboard. The pitch in Hull had gone to a car auctioneer. The band was going home. Marjorie was to be sold to a man in Wales who wanted a pet for his nephews.

She did her last number that night for forty people, mostly children and two dozing farmers. Seven stamps, a curtsey, the bow slipping sideways over one eye. Then she trotted out through the flap, past the empty tiger cage, and stopped at the gate where the van was loaded and the engine was running. Walter leaned out of the cab window. He did not say anything. He only tapped the dashboard twice, which was what he did when she had got something right.

Marjorie stamped seven times on the tarmac until the gravel chipped. Then she lay down across the threshold of the empty big top, bow askew, and waited for someone to tell her she had the number right.