Hello, my name is Vi,
and I'm a doodle addict.

In my free time I sometimes like to draw, mostly for the story I am writing as a hobby (it's about an orphan boy who finds his forever family). That's why most of my drawings are centered around the same characters. I also love to look at other people's art. Anyway. Thanks for reading! I'm glad to be here. :)

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A cat is not happy that Neal has brought a dog to the workshop. Both pets need time to adjust to each other. Hopefully, they will become friends. :)

Neal has found another Labrador – her name is Bella. He has also met Peter. Peter is worried about Neal. He thinks the boy might be a runaway. He is also about to patiently explain to Neal that when a dog is wearing a nametag with their owner’s info on it, then that dog is not an unwanted stray, as Neal seems to believe, but just a missing dog.

Inspired by Van Gogh's "Starry Night Over the Rhone"

Nightmare about losing a friend

"Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, love is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 (NABRE)

Neal and his future adoptive mom - Elle

Peter and Neal had a difficult day.

Satch’s perhaps the most resourceful dog on the planet. His legs are fast, his nose is keen, his mind is set, but the world has grown too complicated for a dog even as well-equipped as Satch. His owners got lost and he does not know how to find them in this never-ending maze of smells and sounds. Thankfully, he stumbled upon Neal. He will know what to do.

It's good to laugh.

Sadness

This doodle of a cat means to Neal more than all the artworks of the world because it is a gift from someone important to him.

“Claire!” Elle woke up with her daughter’s name on her lips. Startled, she sat up and looked around the living room with her heart still beating loudly in her chest. A dream, she realized dazedly. Slowly, she crossed the way to the back door. With unseeing eyes she gazed out into the garden. She remembered waking up in the hospital six years ago and seeing her husband sitting next to her. She remembered how he took her hand into his and looked at her with eyes full of despair. He told her that the doctor thought Claire might not survive. That she might die before she was even born, die before she had a chance to look into her mum’s eyes, feel a kiss on her forehead, clench her little fist around her dad’s finger, hear them speaking to her without a belly barrier between them… It was a silent, terrible death. It was the death of someone so precious, so innocent, so tiny… Elle took a shuddering breath.