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it's hitting me hard today.

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cornell singing a song derived from a johnny cash poem. two lost, giant, kindred spirits. i am invisible, but i've soaked up these lost voices so many times that i'm inured to it. i can't name a single living artist that moves me like these tragic souls can. so why am i still here?

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Even in his later years, even when he could no longer go, Flynn would whine every single time I came back from a run, because I used to take him on long walks to cooldown post-run. I would get irritated at him for making noise, when all he was trying to do was spend time with me.

And now, I return to silence.

I guess for posterity sake, I also wanted to post this drawing I made on a whiteboard at work, a whiteboard no longer even in my office, that I drew almost 15 years ago. It’s flynn of course, and my coworkers elected to leave his memory in place, even after I’d moved offices.

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lost my dog of over 18 years yesterday. i was there when he breathed his final breath. i gave him a kiss, but had no words of wisdom to impart. we've already said everything that could be said to each other.

“Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives. Yet, if they find warmth therein, who would grudge them those years that they have so guarded? Nothing else of us can they take to lie upon with outstretched paws and chin pressed to the ground; and, whatever they take, be sure they have deserved.”― John Galsworthy

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it all started today.