Fang died last night.
His symptoms indicate a stroke so even if it had happened in the vet's office, there was nothing that could have saved him.
He was not just a cat, he was my best friend.
Nothing else matters.
Frustrated by pencil, charcoals, ink & paint, I turned first to model building, then to photography, then to my true joy, wooden toys.|
Had to give up all of this as I went blind, but modern medicine and a "borg implant" allow me to pursue some of my passions again; though my one true talent is painting pictures with words---the mind's eye is my canvas.