My cat Jerry Jeff recently needed to be put down. He passed peacefully on the way to the vet. He was eighteen. I miss him so much, even though I know it's for the best. He couldn't walk or drink or eat.... I felt so bad seeing him suffer. I drew this to represent that wherever he is now, he's probably happier, no matter how much it hurts for everyone who knew him. I'll really, really miss him.
