My family's deeply beloved Maltese dog, Holly, died last night.
I saw an image in my mind last night when I was hovering between the Dreaming and the waking world. And I knew when I saw it that I had to draw it today.
I did it entirely from my mind, an artistic feat I've not accomplished with such ease since my comic strip days. This was one of the easiest, most naturally-flowing things I have ever drawn, and I am very pleased with it and with myself, and I think Holly would be glad that she brought my art back out to the surface.
The image is of Death (from the Sandman comic series by Neil Gaiman) cradling Holly in her arms. And both of them are happy. Holly loves everyone without question and who wouldn't love to hold Holly? So both are expressing their contentment. Here's the drawing.
I miss you, Holly. You'll be in my heart.