flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I’m still in a pretty rough place mourning my Charlie. I go back and forth between numb and weepy, and every time I catch movement out of the corner of my eye at home I think it’s him. The carrier’s still in the car. I really need to bring it in.
Still, I promise, it has really helped getting everyone’s good wishes, and even more seeing how many people loved Charlie even if they only knew him through Facebook or the blogtooning. Thank you.
I’m not big with the drawing right now, plus work is super exhausting this week, but I have a ton of cartoons I haven’t shared yet.
Ponytailed dancing owls are the best owls.