...we'll meet again.
I drew this after my cat died, a few weeks back. It was part of a much bigger picture that I haven't had the motivation to finish.
Chino was a feral cat that decided to grace me with her presence. She would only come at dusk and leave at dawn. We used to sit on the front porch together during the summer nights. Despite her feral beginnings, she loved people. She would howl at the door until someone came out. I'd look down at her bowl. It was usually full. She just wanted company. She bit my toes and drooled. She was a tortoiseshell cat with a tail like a raccoon. Towards the end she started losing weight. She wouldn't eat.
On the last day I saw her, she pulled her skinny body over to me and we sat on the porch.
We both knew what was coming.
The last time I saw her she was purring.