Colour tattoo on a thigh of four paw prints with names beneath them, a pair of purple wings and a small halo above a black paw print, with two dates at the top.

Paw prints with angel wings on a thigh

Thigh · Mixed · Photo

The design shows four paw prints of different sizes and shades, each with a name written underneath, plus a pair of purple feathered wings and a small halo above the largest black paw print. The paw prints are shaded in black and grey, with blue eyes on one print and brown tones on another, and the wings use soft purple shading with fine outlines. The tattoo sits on the outer thigh and is centred on the skin with the dates at the top, against a plain background.

Thigh Paw print Wing Halo Date Name Script lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hester had raked the frost off the bean rows twice before the sun cleared the wall, and still the prints were there, pressed into the black earth beside the water butt. The biggest came first, five toes and a heart at the heel, with a faint ring of cold light hanging above it like a coin someone had dropped and forgotten. Behind it, smaller ones went down the path in twos and threes, some sharp, some blurred at the edges as though the ground had been soft when they landed.

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Her grandson Tom leaned on the spade and counted them out loud, the way he counted eggs. Sage, he said, pointing at the big one, because that was the collie who had dug the leek trench every spring for eleven years. Then Cinnamon, the ginger tom who never came in for his supper. Then Oreo and Coco, the two short-legged terriers who had never once walked the same way twice. Hester told him the garden kept what it was given and gave back what it could, and that was all the sense anyone had ever got out of it.

She didn't sweep them away. She fetched the bucket of barley and set it down at the head of the path, the way her mother had, and went in to fill the kettle. When she came back, the blue-eyed print by the gate had turned round and was heading for the back step, small and certain, toward the open door and the saucer of milk she had left there without quite knowing why.