On Friday, Oct 25th, at 11:02AM, my furbaby left me.
After 17 1/2 years, I'm a little lost without her. She never left my side. I mean.... she never left my side. When I went to a client's office, she went with me. They understood if they wanted my talent, she came with me. She went to my gallery, my studio, and took road trips with me.
I've been trying to keep busy, to keep my mind off of her loss, but it still creeps in and breaks my heart.