He was 11 years old. They put him down this morning because he was in incredible pain and couldn't walk. Really wish I could have said goodbye but life isn't fair.

I suppose I should post the art that I've gotten here, even though there was a miscommunication between pieces but that's fine I suppose. I need to stop being anxious about it.

Sorry I haven't been around, I haven't had internet for a full month and when I have, it was on a tablet. Life keeps finding me in the Alps and treating me like some kind of schlup receptical but I've learned how to grin and bear it. I don't know how but I'm just taking things one day at a time because that's life, really.