The last few days have been a battle. I have woken up cursing the fact that it wasn't a nightmare. Praying that it was a prank. But sadly its not. Two days ago my best friend, whom I saw as a brother,  SashaFriske passed away due to congestive heart failure. He was going to be 33 at the end of this month.

We met almost 4 years ago, he was having issues, as was I and we connected. Soon we would always be texting each other, he was snag me from work to ride around with him at his job, late night sonic runs, watching movies till the sun came up. He was always my open ear and shoulder. He called me the odd daughter he never expected. I would always glare at him and say he was only 10 years older then me, he couldn't be that. But I started calling him momma fox. Until he gained the spots.

We took him to his first convention, got him his first tail...we had plenty of wild random ass shit we did. He was planning on moving in with us next month...we were planning on moving to Colorado at some point.

We had so much more planned. All this happened so suddenly I couldn't even say good-bye or that I loved him...

I miss him already and it hasn't even been a week...

I saw this and broke down, Irish did a fantastic job and I will cherish this always.

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R.I.P.
  SashaFriske
March 29th, 1981 - March 14, 2014