You may not be aware, but Neil Gaiman recently had a fairly public ordeal involving his little cat Zoe, who had cancer. He had her put down on Monday. I follow the gentleman on Twitter and read his blog because he's an author whom I like, and the whole sad affair with Zoe resonated with me profoundly. I have been in the same place so many more times than I ever wanted to be.
So I drew this on the back of a postcard and sent my consolations to him. Because it felt like the right thing to do, even though I don't know him. I'm not sure if it's creepy or if it's weird, but I thought the drawing might convey the kind of understanding that words can't. So off it went.
I think it's a rather sweet gesture, far more significant and (probably)useful to him than the hundreds of emails expressing condolences. You made something -- that's great.
Also, it's a great drawing. I didn't recognize it as one of yours at first!