November 24, 2007 -
Choco_Chick_87
THIS IS NOT MY ART!! This belongs to my wonderful friend Danke from Devaintart, who did it as a request for me. The story runs thus:
I have suffered from depression for four years now. When I first was diagnosed I had a cat named Midnight. He was the most patient, loving, sweeheart of a cat you could ever meet. This cat saved my life.
Sometimes when I was feeling suicidal, I would go out on the front porch and just sit on the steps and cry. I'd wonder, "Why me?" and "Would anyone even miss me if I died?" On those occasions Midnight would come up to me and look directly into my eyes and I knew that he loved me and would miss me.
Unfortunately, Midnight died two years ago. But I know he is watching over me still.
Comments are appreciated and will be passed on to Danke.