Sorry that I haven’t posted any new bookmarks for a short while, but I haven’t had any time to create any. On Sunday morning, Lucy (the wonderful subject for two of my paintings), fell ill and meowed with immense pain. I stayed with her as my parents had planned to go out to Killarney, and took care of her as she struggled more and more to move. She screeched and meowed in agony, eventually being in so much pain that her meows became desperate whispers. When my parents came back they immediately took her to the vet, but she didn’t make it. She died on Sunday evening of a tumour that had curled around her stomach. I only have two paintings of her, made when she was alive. Any further paintings I may paint of her will be nothing more than ghosts; created purely from photographs rather than the cat herself.
Lucy was a wonderful cat. She was very patient with people (except when it came to food) and would meow in tune when someone whistled. She followed people around the house. She jumped into tiny spaces on shelves or cupboards. She would cover her eyes with both her paws, crossed, when she slept sometimes, and would twitch in her sleep when you said the word cat. She was a very cute cat and everyone loved her. R.I.P. Lucy (2000 – 2012)