On September 2nd 2015 at 8:30 PM, my beloved kitty Starz had a heart attack in the middle of playing with her favorite toy. She did not make it. Starz was fifteen years old. She'd been with me most of my life and practically all of hers. I miss her so much that I'm almost physically ill.
On September 3rd 2015 at 5 PM, I adopted Jenny from the nearby Humane Society. She cannot replace Starz. No creature can. But she can make it easier for me to adjust to life without my best furry friend. She needed me and I needed her.
I drew this for some self therapy, and because I like to think that Starz is okay with all of this.