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Hay veces en las que no comprendemos el por que pasan las cosas, ¿Fué nuestra culpa? Y la verdad es que no es así. Hoy es un post especial, ya pasó una semana desde lo sucedidio. No saben lo que me costó hacer este dibujo y el cómic, pero siento que fué algo necesario para crecer. Hay veces en las que me gustaría escuchar su voz desafinada que siempre entonaba mi corazón, pero las cosas ya no son así. La gente nunca sabe que decir cuando se habla de muerte, siempre nos dan escalofrios cuando escuchamos esa palabra, pero no es mala. Cada quién tiene una definición diferente de la muerte, pero para mi no es negro, oscuridad, frío y tinieblas, la muerte es un nuevo inicio. La verdad es que no se escribir muy bien, la verdad me cuesta demasiado decir o hacer lo que siento, por eso dibujo, por eso toco instrumentos, porque me siento libre. Será complicado no agarrar 5 cubiertos para la comida, será raro no verlo trabajando, de verdad será muy raro y mientras más pase el tiempo más notaré su ausencia. Hice este dibujo para ver a mi familia junta otra vez, se que suena un poco triste pero es cierto. Pero mi papá diría "No te preocupes, ocupate" Creo que empezaré a hacerle caso. - Siempre estarán en mi corazón. . #familia #familiaunida #familytime #family #heaven #heavenlight #cielo #cielos #cieloblu #alwayshere #alwayshereforyou #myfamily #drawing #drawart #dibujodeldia #dibujodigital #memoriesmade #memories❤ #happyfamilytime #drawingdigital #comic #comicartist #comicpage #funcomics #comicart #comicsofinstagram #dibujosart #dibujodiario #igdraw #igdrawing (en In Heaven) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNkeSS0pUhs/?igshid=1gjpqlx6lc1ih
Can you draw yourself with a pink palette? 💗
Of course!
Hahaha this is soo pink to me xd
Hoja de referencia de mi OC <3
Commission for @malakagaming
My OC inspired by my cat 💕✨
Today on his birthday, or it would have been if he was still here, it's been 6 months since he died poisoned by my "family" and I miss him so much, but to have him somehow by my side I made an oc inspired by and everything that reminds me of him.
The clothes are inspired by what I wear all the time he was with me and his double nipple is because he had an extra one and I wanted to represent that <3
I'll take this opportunity to let off some steam.
Two years ago, on August 1st, he was born with his siblings, the one who would be called Mike in the future. Mike was an immense happiness for me, I have always liked black cats, I love them! and when I was told that one of that color was born I was happy and I was determined to adopt him, I fantasized about him meeting and being friends with a baby kitten that I had rescued with his sister who died 1 day later unfortunately, I was sad but my sadness would not end there, on August 17th Garfield (the kitten) died for an unknown reason just a day that I felt terrible and that day was horrible I felt guilty and I was like that for a long time. Mike was like a hope for me, when I finally had him I was happy, he was a very naughty boy, I loved being with him, he brightened my days, he played with me, he climbed on my shoulder like a parrot, he was a crazy person, I loved him so much.... Some time later my brother brought two cats for him, one of them became the love of his life. The days went by, everything was going well! Months later I found an abandoned kitten and I didn't want to leave her, so I took her. The four of them were happy, calm and played together although the males fought or got annoyed sometimes. Then the problems started, my family initially accepted the cats or at least Mike, but hated them being in the house wanted them to go on the roof where they were "supposed to be" and hated the smell of the litter which was an exaggeration for the filth caused by the dogs in the house. My grandfather had heart disease and in an attack they had to operate him, many times before they told my brother and me that we should vote for the cats, none of them paid attention because how to throw away a family member, and when the day approached when my grandfather was going to return, his claims increased.
Then tragedy struck, on February 1st my brother left for work in the morning, the cats were in the passageway outside my room playing or taking the solo like every day, suddenly I heard growling, I thought one of my cats was bothering the other as usual, but no. I didn't know what was wrong with her. Rea, the cat Mike loved, was convulsing, I didn't know what was wrong with her! I got nervous and immediately called my brother telling him what was wrong with his cat, he told me to take her to the vet, nervous and scared I did it as fast as I could accompanied by my grandmother who was in no hurry! But it was too late, she had died, and besides no vet nearby was open since it was 7 in the morning, I cried when I saw her dead, I was very fond of her, and my grandmother only said "let's go to the house, she is dead" with annoyance and indifference, I returned home with her in my arms and when I went up to the second floor I saw Mike in the same way, That's when I got desperate, I left Rea outside my room and grabbed Mike in my arms and shouted for help, just arrived my father and my aunt with her car, I told her to help me and we looked for a veterinarian and only one was open, but there were many people and I didn't think! I wanted to go down, but they wouldn't let me! I didn't know what to do! All the way down I was crying and asking Mike to hold on, not to die and he was doing it he was holding on, he didn't want to die..... They told me to give him milk, but I was afraid to drown him, I was very nervous, I wasn't thinking well and when I gave him milk it didn't seem to work, I felt like I was drowning him myself and I was afraid, we went back home to continue giving him milk, but when we went up again he was already dying and died in my arms, I cried like never before, I was short of breath, after a while my brother arrived and he was the same as me while everyone in my house was watching us.
I couldn't deal with this, they told me to give them to them so they could bury him and I did it without thinking. After getting dressed I went downstairs to watch them being buried together and AAAAH IF ONLY I HADN'T BEEN SHOCKED I WOULD HAVE CREAMED THEM AND HAD THEM WITH ME, GIVING THEM SOMETHING WORTHY, BUT NO! And the worst thing is that they were making jokes when they were burying them ARE THEY STUPID?! I was very sad, upset, tired and my "family" didn't care because I was just a cat and that was it, I WAS NOT A FUCKING CAT, I WAS MY FAMILY, A CHILD FOR ME!
They said they must have eaten something on the roof hahahahaha HOW DO TWO QUIET CATS THAT DON'T GO TO THE ROOF GET POISONED WITH SOMETHING FROM THERE! EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THAT IS POSSIBLE! I didn't hesitate to say in front of everyone that they had killed them and they just gave me dirty looks and insulted me annoyed that I said that. But I still believe it, I still believe they did it for my grandfather who ironically died 1 week later from a heart attack. THEY killed my cats in a horrible way in which they suffered from agony and pain, and the worst thing is not only that, the worst thing is that I can do nothing! Nothing morally or legally!!!! NOTHING! And that hurts me and bothers me, I have to live with a family that killed my cats who were children to me. How can I stand that? How can they judge me for being upset with them? How can they be upset that I am still sad about my cat? For me she is not just a cat! haha...I don't know what to do, I can only vent like this...at least Mike and Rea are still together like always....