Getting back into drawing makes me feel melancholic sometimes. The urge to create a tribute to my former self, to my inner child, grew so strong that I had to act on it. Drawing my old fursona brought back a flood of memories, and I may have shed a tear or two along the way.

So yes, even if this ended up as just a colored sketch, it hit deeply for me.

But he’s still here. Protected by my grown-up self.