08-06-16

Dream

Last night I dreamed I found Foppe again, he'd been missing for almost two years. I was walking past a park and there I saw him, sitting under a bush. He looked well fed but his fur was matted and sticky. He seemed lost, with a sad, dull look on his face. When he saw me he came running and jumped into my arms. It felt so good to hold him again, like we both came home. 
Then I woke up.

I decided right that morning to start painting his portrait, at last, it was long overdue.
Here's a sneak peek of the progress, I'll hopefully finish it this weekend.


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