Last week she (Her name is Orisa) was missing for some time and gave me many reasons to worry.
Sometimes, when you immediately jumps into spreading panic, the problem itself appears to be non-existent.
This happened last week. But It didn't worked for now...

Orisa left our home at night from Thursday to Friday. And we never seen her since. 2 days is an extraordinary time for her to go on a walk outside.
Searched everywhere few times, until today I found her under lilac bushes near the road. The only busy road in vicinity. Go any other direction - and it's safe territory for kilometer or two. But she was too curious.

Gave her a burial and cried my eyes out, even my father cried. Orisa came to our lives just 10 months ago but she was the best cat one could ever have.
Kind, calm when you take her on hands, with melodic gentle voice and overall the best. We grew so attached in this short time, especially after she got seriously ill...

And now she's sleeping in a box with her toys, under the tree. Good night my cat, never forget. This is hitting on my feeling too hard... too hard.

Don't think if I'm going to draw anytime soon.