Lying back on the tattoo chair, I winced as the tattooist’s needle punctured my skin.
You’d think I’d be used the pain, having over 30, but it never got any easier!
All of my tattoos held a very special meaning to me – being of my animals.
This time, though, was slightly different.
A few weeks prior, I had gone to my tattoo artist with more of an unusual request…
‘Would you do a cremation tattoo for me?’ I asked her.
This involved using a blend of ink and ashes to effectively create a memorial beneath the skin.
‘Of course,’ she said. ‘I’d be honoured to.’
My soulmate had
