I raised Gift, and he lived with me for 17 years. I miss this amazing creature, which I saw everyday. (More about him under the photograph of “Gift in Velvet.”) This sculpture is of Gift’s mate, Spring Fling. It captures the moment when Gift, in his prime, catches his first glimpse of his true love, and Spring Fling, an innocent maiden, peeks back at him with curious interest. I like to think that as long as this sculpture of Spring Fling exists, Gift is reflected in her eyes.