Comic 4: Tessa
Thursday, March 3rd, 2005Today is Tessa Memorial Day.
It was exactly one year ago, that I had to put my beloved cat Tessa to sleep due to kidney failure, at the young age of seven.
Tessa wasn’t just an ordinary cat. She was an extremely intelligent cat who I’m certain loved me as much as I loved her. Basically, she was my baby, minus the screaming, crying, and pooping on herself.
With that, I dedicate this strip to her, although I came nowhere near the full expression of the cat she was.
