Today we said good-bye to our dear cat, Buster. He was born in this big pink house 13 years ago and lived a good life with our other two cats. He grew up as my kids grew up and turned into teenagers. He was a beloved member of our family and a frequent visitor to my studio-- so frequent that he became a sort of studio mascot. Buster showed up in several of my PR photos that I sent to schools and libraries before arriving for a visit. I have shared many stories about Buster with students from around the world. Since he was the only cat of the three that did not swipe at my brushes while painting, he was the only one welcome in my studio for long periods of time.
He starred in several of my books. He was also the only cat I knew who loved playing fetch. A kneaded eraser was his favorite object to chase and retrieve; he panted like a dog after ten minutes of running after the bouncing eraser down the stairs and back again. 

During the last week of his life, I spent a lot of time sketching Buster. Drawing gave me time to remember life with Buster. I will miss him.