My beautiful husky Kiba died last week. He went unexpectedly, quietly, in my arms...wrapped in a blanket on the living room floor, in the only home he ever knew. He was 13 years old, and I loved him. He was more than "just a dog" to me. I work at home...we were always together. I was his pack leader, he was my family.
If you love my wolf masks and think they are beautiful, it's Kiba you see in them. He was the prettiest dog (everyone said so, everywhere we went) and living with his wild beauty every day made me a better artist. He was my muse and often my inspiration, and I'll miss him every day, forever.
I'm doing my best to keep up with my order queue. Work is a good thing, but this house has never been so quiet and these are sad days. Thank you in advance for your understanding and patience, in a difficult time.
