Because f**k titles, that's why.

I've been depressed all week and my therapist said to just do it anyways in order to get through the feeling. So my first art piece that I've worked on in days is a vent with my fursona and my horse Robbie. I have that horse in real life, I've had him since I was eight or nine. I named him after my Gramma and he's been my best friend... sometimes my only friend. I've cried so often into his side and he's always been there for me. When I moved with nothing but the clothes on my back, I still brought him. My step-grandmother used to ask what I'd do when I dated if I'd still lug around a 'toy'... guess what? I still do. So this one kinda kicks me in the feels.

Todd, Robbie, and art (c) Me