You are missed Potempkin

I had a rough morning and day.  Our cat Potempkin (yes that is how we spell it) of fourteen years passed away.  We stayed with her until the end at the vet’s and although we knew this was coming, it was entirely sudden.  Last night she was playing with her favorite beanie babie duck; throwing in the air and running around while I stood painting and smiling with her.   This duck has been with her for years.  I remember finding Steve sitting on the bed one day poking the stuffing back in the duck and lovingly sewing it back up and giving it to the cat.  She would carry that duck around everywhere.  I even found her in the bath tub one day, duck at her side.  So in memory of Potempkin, I have drawn her best friend, and now ours, the duck.