RIP Hobo Kaye

I thought I had muddled my way through 2020 relatively unscathed. But it seems 2020 was merely biding its time. In the end, it had nothing to do with COVID 19, the National Security Law, crackdowns or crack ups. It was all about ripping this little guy from me. 💔

Hobo touched so many lives with his cheeky personality, vitality and acts of kindness. As a pup he was a therapy dog for kids at Great Ormond Street Hospital, where his willful disobedience made him an instant hit with young patients. He couldn’t fail to inject humor into every situation, no matter how tragic the circumstances. He also tricked his way into appearing in several of my documentary films and ruined many a radio broadcast, yapping in the background. Today, I was reminded of a London cabbie comment ‘I never believed dogs took after their owners until I met you two’. Most women I know would object to being called a dog by their taxi driver, but I took it as a compliment.

RIP Hobo-dog Kaye! I hope I do your cheeky, funny, quirky personality justice in my next kids’ book! Thank you for filling my life with 16 years of love, laughter and pure joy.

A coupe of hobos…