I was given a little black kitten when I was seventeen & we shared our youth, all the trials and tribulations. The later years in our life she spent curled up on a chair in the sun watching me paint & draw. At fifteen years old her time was up & she left my path for a new one. My studio was not the same happy place it once was, it was missing my black cat with a pure heart to watch over my creations.
Today she watches over my work from the wall & although not quite the same I feel her watching & know she lives on.