Things have been very quiet in the studio these past 4 weeks because I lost my studio buddy on February 27. Simba was a loving, intense ruddy Abyssinian who was almost always in the studio when I was. He had a sometimes irritating habit of wanting to sit in my lap while trying to paint. He didn't sit quietly - oh no. He wanted hugs and love and attention and I am very sorry to say I didn't always give him the lovin' when he wanted it. I would be in the middle of doing something critical and I would have to put him in his kitty bed until I finished. Now I would give anything to have him "bother" me for some hugs and attention again, even if I was in the middle of painting the eyes on a Micro Mini. I would drop everything to have just one more minute of his love.
Cancer is horrible, even more so when it happens to a furry loved one that you cannot explain to them what is happening.
I will always love you, Simba, and I will always remember and feel your love every time I step foot in my studio. You are now and forever will be my Studio Angel.
Cancer is horrible, even more so when it happens to a furry loved one that you cannot explain to them what is happening.
I will always love you, Simba, and I will always remember and feel your love every time I step foot in my studio. You are now and forever will be my Studio Angel.