Eulogy
A big part of the plushfurry me died with Trigger. We all need heroes, and THS was that for me. I know many looked up to me in that way, too, but I was bush league compared to Squirrelly. He was activist in pursuit of his plush dreams in a way I could only aspire to, and admire.
He was 18 years younger than me, exactly old enough to be my eldest son. And that's kind of how I thought of him, even though I never told him so. Someone who could carry on the cause after me, and hopefully far exceed my own accomplishments. But now that cannot be. C'est finis...
Death makes it all seem so pointless sometimes, but if Trigger taught me anything, it's to live life to the fullest and pursue your passions every minute of every day. So pick up the torch and run with it now! Be like Squirrelly, and like me before, too: "Furry, Plush, and Proud!"
He was 18 years younger than me, exactly old enough to be my eldest son. And that's kind of how I thought of him, even though I never told him so. Someone who could carry on the cause after me, and hopefully far exceed my own accomplishments. But now that cannot be. C'est finis...
Death makes it all seem so pointless sometimes, but if Trigger taught me anything, it's to live life to the fullest and pursue your passions every minute of every day. So pick up the torch and run with it now! Be like Squirrelly, and like me before, too: "Furry, Plush, and Proud!"