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Got commissioned to do that scene from Thor with Shadow and Gerald. Odin actually had a rly good Gerald voice. #sonic #sonicthehedgehog #animatic

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This reminded me that in Brazil, Shadow and Loki have the same voice actor, which makes this even more awesome!

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Acquainted Guyvor 1 Jahr

Amazing work as usual!! Also I didn't realise you did commissions 👀

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Tinypwbblevor 1 Jahr

Thank you and yep! I just haven’t had time to make an animation commissions sheet but I’ll be revamping and making a new commissions sheet for that

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I will rip my heart out with my own hands

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Grace Gooteevor 1 Jahr

AWWWW SHADOOWWW!! This made me tear up! I wanna give the poor hedgehog a hug!!😭🖤❤️

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NOOOOOOOOOOOO

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Dawn Jex 🏳️‍⚧️vor 1 Jahr

This actually works so well I feel so bad for him

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•|elle/•vor 1 Jahr

oh so this is devastating btw

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Niya (Local Panther Tree 🌳)vor 1 Jahr

Everyone is going on about Odin as Gerald, BUT TOM HIDDLESTON AS SHADOW??? Like whoa

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Page153vor 1 Jahr

Cool! Also, how much are your commissions, out of curiosity?

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This was recorded last Thursday morning at SPCA in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. The man is Gerald. He's 81 years old. He came in at 9:15 AM, right when the shelter opened. He had a tan Beagle on a worn leather leash. The dog's name is Otto. He's eight years old. Gerald and Otto have been together for seven years. Otto was a one-year-old shelter dog when Gerald's late wife Eleanor suggested they go for a drive one afternoon and ended up at the Lancaster County shelter. Eleanor picked Otto. Gerald said he was too energetic. Within three months, Gerald admitted he was wrong. Otto had been Gerald's constant companion since Eleanor passed away four years ago. Through the quiet mornings. Through the hard evenings. Through every slow walk around the neighborhood that gave Gerald's days a beginning and an end. Gerald's son Robert had been working for months on finding Gerald a place at Willow Valley Communities — a well-regarded facility twenty minutes from Robert's house. Gerald had resisted at first. Then a small health concern last fall made the conversation more urgent. Gerald agreed in December. Millstream was the right choice. Gerald knew it. Robert knew it Willow Valley didn't allow pets. Robert had searched for solutions. Family friends. Neighbors. His own home — but his wife had a serious allergy. He'd reached out to three different rescue organizations about finding Otto a good placement. Nothing had come together in time. Gerald had made the appointment at Pinewood himself. He didn't tell Robert until the morning of. Robert offered to come. Gerald said he needed to do it alone. He arrived at 9:15 with Otto on the worn leather leash and a paper bag with Otto's food, his two favorite toys, and a handwritten care sheet Gerald had spent two evenings writing - Otto's schedule, his preferences, the way he liked to sleep, the fact that he was nervous around loud trucks, the fact that he liked to sit on the left side of whoever he was with. The intake coordinator, a young man named Philip, took the paper bag carefully. The security footage shows Gerald standing at the intake desk. His shoulders are rounded forward. He's filling out the forms with his head down. Otto sits at his feet. Calm. Tail doing a slow, easy wag. Looking up at Gerald with the complete comfortable trust of a dog who has been on dozens of errands with this man and knows they always go back home together. Otto nudges Gerald's hand with his nose. Gerald doesn't look down. Otto nudges again, then rests his chin on Gerald's shoe. Gerald finishes the last form. Sets the pen down. Then he turns and crouches — slowly, with the careful movement of a man whose knees have earned the right to take their time — and takes Otto's face gently in both hands. He presses his forehead against Otto's. Stays there. Otto's tail wags. He doesn't pull away. He just sits there with his face in Gerald's hands, calm and trusting, tail going softly. Gerald stays for a long time. Then he stands. Hands the leash to Philip. Turns toward the door. He doesn't look back. Philip stood at the desk for a moment holding the leash. Otto was still looking toward the door. Philip told us later: "Otto had no idea. He was completely relaxed the whole time. I kept watching his face and he just looked like he was waiting for Gerald to finish up so they could leave together. He trusted Gerald completely. Completely." He paused. "That's the part that stays with me. Otto had no idea. And Gerald knew everything. And he still did it right. He did it gently and he did it because he loved Otto enough to make sure he was cared for." Robert called that afternoon. He's working with them on finding a permanent home for Otto. He said he told Gerald that evening how the drop-off had gone. Gerald didn't say anything for a moment. Then he asked if Otto had eaten his dinner. Philip had already left a note in the file. ( continued at first comment )

Gabriele Corno

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“This was recorded last Thursday morning in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. The man is Gerald. He's 81 years old. He came in at 9:15 AM, right when the shelter opened. He had a tan Beagle on a worn leather leash. The dog's name is Otto. He's eight years old. Gerald and Otto have been together for seven years. Otto was a one-year-old shelter dog when Gerald's late wife Eleanor suggested they go for a drive one afternoon and ended up at the Lancaster County shelter. Eleanor picked Otto. Gerald said he was too energetic. Within three months, Gerald admitted he was wrong. Otto had been Gerald's constant companion since Eleanor passed away four years ago. Through the quiet mornings. Through the hard evenings. Through every slow walk around the neighborhood that gave Gerald's days a beginning and an end. Gerald's son Robert had been working for months on finding Gerald a place at Willow Valley Communities — a well-regarded facility twenty minutes from Robert's house. Gerald had resisted at first. Then a small health concern last fall made the conversation more urgent. Gerald agreed in December. Millstream was the right choice. Gerald knew it. Robert knew it Willow Valley didn't allow pets. Robert had searched for solutions. Family friends. Neighbors. His own home — but his wife had a serious allergy. He'd reached out to three different rescue organizations about finding Otto a good placement. Nothing had come together in time. Gerald had made the appointment at Pinewood himself. He didn't tell Robert until the morning of. Robert offered to come. Gerald said he needed to do it alone. He arrived at 9:15 with Otto on the worn leather leash and a paper bag with Otto's food, his two favorite toys, and a handwritten care sheet Gerald had spent two evenings writing - Otto's schedule, his preferences, the way he liked to sleep, the fact that he was nervous around loud trucks, the fact that he liked to sit on the left side of whoever he was with. The intake coordinator, a young man named Philip, took the paper bag carefully. The security footage shows Gerald standing at the intake desk. His shoulders are rounded forward. He's filling out the forms with his head down. Otto sits at his feet. Calm. Tail doing a slow, easy wag. Looking up at Gerald with the complete comfortable trust of a dog who has been on dozens of errands with this man and knows they always go back home together. Otto nudges Gerald's hand with his nose. Gerald doesn't look down. Otto nudges again, then rests his chin on Gerald's shoe. Gerald finishes the last form. Sets the pen down. Then he turns and crouches — slowly, with the careful movement of a man whose knees have earned the right to take their time — and takes Otto's face gently in both hands. He presses his forehead against Otto's. Stays there. Otto's tail wags. He doesn't pull away. He just sits there with his face in Gerald's hands, calm and trusting, tail going softly. Gerald stays for a long time. Then he stands. Hands the leash to Philip. Turns toward the door. He doesn't look back. Philip stood at the desk for a moment holding the leash. Otto was still looking toward the door. Philip told us later: "Otto had no idea. He was completely relaxed the whole time. I kept watching his face and he just looked like he was waiting for Gerald to finish up so they could leave together. He trusted Gerald completely. Completely." He paused. "That's the part that stays with me. Otto had no idea. And Gerald knew everything. And he still did it right. He did it gently and he did it because he loved Otto enough to make sure he was cared for." Robert called that afternoon. He's working with them on finding a permanent home for Otto. He said he told Gerald that evening how the drop-off had gone. Gerald didn't say anything for a moment. Otto had eaten everything. He didn't understand why the walk ended there. Sometimes the deepest love looks like the hardest goodbye.

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