We have lost someone very close to us.
It is with much sadness that I must announce the death of my little Lance Armstrong. One week ago, the once energetic little hermit lost his multiple month battle with depression, or something like that. I had major concern during Christmas break when an arm fell off but I had hope that he would regain his character and strength. After all, he was named after a very inspirational person for that sort of thing. However, the depths of the cancerous depression were too much for the little guy to come back from. We must remember the good times and celebrate them in his honor. In his prime, he loved climbing and working out. His balance and hanging ability were impeccable. Lance had skills.
This past wednesday Lance was buried at sea, set free off the Farm Lane bridge over the Red Cedar. He hit the water like a champ, and I am sure some duck downstream was very happy to gobble his lifeless body up. Lance would have wanted it that way; he was a team player. So we say goodbye to you, little buddy. I am sorry I didn't buy more friends for you to play with in time. I hope you had fun with me. Either way, I am sure anything was better than being with the creepy foreign guy who sold you at the mall. He didn't love you like I did.
R.I.P.
Lance Armstrong 2/4/06
yay photoshop
This past wednesday Lance was buried at sea, set free off the Farm Lane bridge over the Red Cedar. He hit the water like a champ, and I am sure some duck downstream was very happy to gobble his lifeless body up. Lance would have wanted it that way; he was a team player. So we say goodbye to you, little buddy. I am sorry I didn't buy more friends for you to play with in time. I hope you had fun with me. Either way, I am sure anything was better than being with the creepy foreign guy who sold you at the mall. He didn't love you like I did.
R.I.P.
Lance Armstrong 2/4/06
yay photoshop