I grew up in a family that had a ton of pets. Here is a memorial embroidery for my favorite twelve! It's a process. I couldn't remember exactly how all of the pets had died, so I called my parents and my brother and sister to confirm the text. It was a little controversial. My brother was five when our pet parakeet, Keeter, died. He swears that he was starved to death by my parents who were trying to teach us a lesson in responsibility. My mom says that he died of old age. Needless to say, revisiting the lives of these tiny (and not so tiny) lovely animals was a fun adventure. Who knew there were so many mysteries to be uncovered from our childhood????
I hope to finish this soon, but I work on it when all my other work is done and when Abe is sleeping... so it takes a little bit.