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Some of commander Maximus because she’s being cute
I’ll be honest. I cried so much making this.
This is the beginning of a memorial piece I intend to get tattooed, probably on my wrist. The feather needs to be thinner, especially at the bottom, as it will be a tail feather of my first bird Winter, who passed many years ago. We got Winter from an elderly woman who was losing the ability to care for her properly. We had two birds previously, but Winter was the first that was all mine.
The paw prints belong to my kitties, both passed last year, and I got both at 6 years old. The orange and white one belongs to Odie, my fat, “no really mom, it’s just fur!” cat. His diabetes went unnoticed until it was too late to save him. I attributed his weight loss and sluggishness to depression, as it was mere months after we had lost his brother Batman, to whom the black paw belongs. He was all black, but for the white star on his chest. He was always sickly, but it took me by surprise when I woke up one morning to find him unmoving and struggling to breathe.
