Just found out that Sasha, my model of oh-so-many drawings of dogs, wolves, werewolves, and quadruped animals in general, is terminally ill and I have to put her down.
I expected this to happen soon, since she is 12 years old, but still the reality that I will not see her anymore cannot sink in. Part of me believes that I will always have her. But you know, that's life. All good things must come to an end.
Well, see you on the flip side, Kiddo.