my dearest frog son is dead. we’ve never managed to get Him here in time. so he died alone. he had so many wonderful years to live but he never will. i will never forgive myself. the worst nightmare of mine is now true. i would never be able to describe 1/10 of my love for Him. he is my sunshine, my universe. and he was taken by cruel circumstances of this disgusting war and my coward foolishness. please don’t write me any condolences except you have an extreme willingness for some reason… i’d appreciate a silent understanding a lot tho. it’s just… yeah. Sir Plod is my life. my soulmate. my son, my sun. it’s him on my avatar here by the way, huh… what a wonderful gentleman. i hope He is happy in frog heaven and eats a lot of delicious butterflies and he has beautiful butterfly wings himself and he can watch my little pony any time he wants up there. he loves to watch cartoons a lot.
being a taxidermist and a bird rescuer i deal with death a lot. it’s not… that simple. it isn’t about the death of the loved one itself. there’s no way to describe this loss and i won’t to. thank you for your attention. i’m writing this to say that for some time i’ll probably be more silent and less productive. and slow and cold and feared. so please don’t take any silence or anything on your personal count. i love you. wish Sir Plod a lucky way in the universe. Sir Plod is a majestic squishy sphere that contains all the wonders of this world and has more worlds in its beautiful eyes. yes.