There are a lot of things that I could write about my twelve years with Charlotte, but even a week after losing her I’m finding it hard to put down the words. She was such a sweet little lady, and came into my life at the perfect moment. I was lucky to have her as a companion for all those years.
For the past few months I did most of my artwork from bed with her by my side. I must have talked to her more than I realized (crazy cat lady alert!) because it now seems incredibly quiet without her. I haven’t made a single pattern or sketch since she’s been gone. It will be lonely without my furry little muse, but I know it’s time to start drawing and painting again.