A year ago... yesterday my kitty was put to sleep. He had been around my whole life and had been like a big brother to me. He would come when he was called, he would wait on the porch for me to come home from school, he headbutted all the fucking time, and he was perfectly happy just chilling on my shoulder while I walked around. he started slowing down when he was about 15, but it didnt look like he was in any pain. When he was 18, last year, I noticed blood in his litter box. We took him to the vet, and he was put to sleep. I don't really know what to say about this. I still miss him, it still seems empty at the house without him constantly wonging and following me.

I had to draw is up really quick, im in the process of moving, and I havnt had the time to draw anything.

So yeah, rest in peace Tigger (aka. Mr. T, Teezer, T. ball, and Kutten Kat) Hopefully there are pineapples and gangs of raccons for you to chase wherever you went.