
Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Had to put my dog Quincey down, He was around 13 years old and a tumor was growing in his brain. I stayed with him when they injected him, it was extremely hard for me to watch him die, I didn't take it well at all. After he died I felt alone and empty. I painted a quick thumbnail sized water colours of my feelings. Quincey was my best friend and I love him so much, I can't believe he's gone...
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