[Shenandoah]

I remember this one time I saw our cat, Mama Kitty, out of the corner of my eye. It'd been a while since she had died and when I saw this gray shade of a cat (she was black) out of the corner of my eye, I turned to look. There was nothing there and I just inexplicably started to cry. They (loved ones in general, not just animals) never really leave us. That was sort of the idea with my tattoo as well. I didn't want them to leave me, even if it was only a symbol I had. Granted, my grandmother is still alive, but her husband isn't. My second cousin Buddy is someone I never met but wished I had. Too many have died that I'll miss forever.

I like your tattoo, though I think it does need color.