Missing Lady

I am missing Lady so SO much. She was the one who shared my room and my bed. For a few moment each morning I wonder why Charles hasn't called her to breakfast. Slowly it comes back to me. Then I need a good cry in the shower. This morning I decided a practice page as I learn to paint a little might heal my heart some. To save my pride I call my art stylistic. Today I caught those goofy ears and her gorgeous eyes. A little better today.

Luv u, Miss u Lady. Aunt Mercy out!