"Fuzz, the closest you'll ever come to flying is riding...who needs wings when you have wheels? We'll go riding together someday!" - Sasha Friske
In March of last year, we lost SashaFriske to congestive heart failure. He was only 31 at the time and a damn spit fire. He was a brother to me and one of the few reasons I got better. He was the first true friend I had to drag me out of my depression and bad mental state.
He adored his motorcycles, he desperately wanted me to learn to ride one. I know once I do he'll be there with me, cheering me on or racing me...or probably both. I miss and love you cat...it hasn't gotten any easier.
Tazara did an absolutely fantastic job on this. Literally exactly what I was picturing in my head if not better. Thank you so much hun, this means the world to me!