I keep your messages in my inbox so I know exactly where they are because I like to read them when I need motivation or when I'm totally hating my art.

...just in case you were wondering why I don't respond very often, that is the honest-to-goodness reason why. And I'm bad at replying to comments anyway, but yours are among the ones stay in my inbox for eternity and I read them often.

Your comments mean SO MUCH to me, and I'm extremely grateful for you and your kindness and support! I hope things look up for you, whatever the reason for your current low is, and I wish you the best, because you are so totally wonderful!

I mostly changed it for business reasons. I'll miss the old username.

Yeah, I kept thinking about your cat that passed away last year and how I had no idea how to comfort you. Now I know that there was no way I could've because (at least this was my experience) nothing anyone said helped me feel better. I have to get over it on my own. I'm not crying anymore, although I do get choked up whenever I think of how helpless he looked wrapped up in a warm towel on the way to the vet (the last time I saw him), and I can't help but compare it to when we wrapped him up in a warm towel to bottle-feed him when he was a helpless newborn kitten.

It was really painful to watch him go. The vet guessed that some of his organs had shut down, because the change in Dundee's behavior was really sudden, and he was practically dead by the time we got him to the vet. Now he's planted under a cute lollipop crabapple tree Dad bought for just for him, and now his furry-purry soul is more than likely emptying a linen cupboard somewhere in heaven, making a cat nest out of clean bed sheets for himself and his siblings that went long before him. Such bad cute kitties!

We made sure Orange knew Dundee was gone so he didn't cry a lot or run away to look for him (because they'd do that for each other whenever one went missing). He didn't eat for a while, and sometimes he still mopes in the greenhouse where they slept. BUT! He's eating now, and he purrs when we pet him, and he lovingly trips us and gets in our way as we try to work. Orange, unlike poor Dundee during the past few years, has remained extremely healthy and fat and fluffy, so we're hoping he'll be with us for a few years more. We're watching him really closely for signs of depression, though, because this year has been such a black one for our family and we couldn't stand to have another tragedy as bad as losing the other kitty.

Wow, I went on! Thank you for the internet hug and for reading my emotional emotionalness, it's greatly appreciated!