This isn't my story to tell, but sometimes a person leaves an impression that should be amplified. But first ... an explanation.
I follow a lot of furries on twitter. If you don't, I really don't understand why because furries are pretty much the only fun thing left there. The "theme" of twitter furry is essentially "have fun, enjoy life, call out anybody who stops others from having fun and enjoying life." So, basically, while 99% of twitter is screaming about dumpster fires, the furries are over there having a great time roasting s'mores over the dumpster fire. In fact, if you'd like to add a little furry fun to your timeline, might I suggest @merebeardoodles and @scrapperferret and @xxydexunicorn and @scratchkitty and ... well, I could go on for hours listing people who make the world a happier place, but I couldn't do it without listing @dogbomb1.
I didn't know Dogbomb, though obviously I crossed paths with him (that photo is from 2015 ... I have ran into him other years as well). And, man-oh-man, am I glad I crossed paths with him.
There's this thing I think about. I think about what I hope people say about me when I'm gone. I hope they say I made the world a better place. I try to do exactly that every day in small ways. Be it through Christmas Crazy, or by making sure I spend my money at places that support the things I support, or even just teaching my kids to be kind, I hope to leave a little sunshine in some dark corners.
Which is exactly what Dogbomb did.
I'm not here to tell his story. You should go read it for yourself. Go spend some time reading through his tweets. Just know a couple of things before you go -- 1) You're going to need some tissues and 2) There is a happy ending, but it's not the one you're going to want. Now ... go. Spend a few minutes with an amazing human as he spread a whole lot of positivity. I'm not going to fill in his story; you'll figure it out soon enough.