Created by the thoughts of my grandmother... and in her memory.

Don't have the right words for this piece so forgive me if I ramble.

My grandmother, Nanny, was a wonderful person. She had a fierce spirit but a calm heart; she knew when to love and when to be stern. She traveled, lived a wonderful life, and loved each one of her kids and grand kids. She passed after a long and repeat battle of cancer, beating it a total of 3 times before it claimed her life.

I feel like I chose this breed, Golden Tiger, because of it's rarity. Much like how rare it is to have such a person in life to help, guide, and support.
I chose India because it has always held so many mysteries to me, and it goes with the idea of magic. The fairies to guide, The light to bless.

Maybe I'm looking into it too deeply, but... I do miss her. More than anyone.