This is a personal piece by me with some help from the ever amazing (seriously I can't thank you enough)

So, this one is a rather old piece, but I'm still immensely proud of it.
It was a vent-ish piece because my childhood dog, Alex, passed away.
He was 17 years old at the time, definitely old. But it killed me to hold him as he passed away.
When my parents called to tell me they were getting him put down, I bawled my eyes out as soon as I got off the phone and I went straight over to spend time with my puppy before he died.
He'd woken up that morning and hadn't been able to even stand to go to the toilet. The previous day one of his front paws had just stopped working.
We took him to the vet and I held his head and patted him, telling him how much I loved him, while he died.

So I drew this.