When our two cats passed away within a year of each other, we were devastated. Godiva was 17, and Minkie was 12. It was without words really. Shortly after this loss, I started this small painting. It's not finished, and somehow I don't think it will get any more finished. It wasn't a consious effort to paint our cats, but I like how the painting started, and it does make me smile. Looking at it more, maybe it is finished? Those little paws are so pretty, and there's something complete about it I suppose.