Death truly does come in 3s. Our rattie Pippin on the 1st, Brucie of lymphoma on the 9th and now Dante has passed peacefully on the 11th. We were gonna euthanize him when the vet opened in the morning but he wanted to go snuggled up in my arms before then. He battled with sarcoma and lasted longer than his vet predicted; a stubborn boy til the end. He lived a long 15 years and was loved by everyone he met (that he didn't attack).



I'll always have a huge place in my heart for my fat boi and I'm really happy that he had an impact on everyone that met him. He made quite a few people love cats and for that I'm grateful. Again, please hug and kiss all of your fur babies for me.

I'll be taking a small hiatus to recover and mourn my losses but I'll continue my art again shortly.



Fuck 2020.