So sorry to hear Steve.
My condolences.
Take care and stay safe dude.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Look after yourself, old friend!

Stay strong and heal. We need to get together again.

Ah, hell. *Nods*

Not everyone can.

What's important is you do what you can for those you care about, and accept what you can't do.

**hugs the badger**

I'm sorry for your loss uncle. I know we haven't seen each other in a long time but I love you and I'm here

Condolences on the loss of a friend.

On a rather morbid note, it may be more comforting knowing there was nothing you could do, than to realize you could have saved them if you weren't late. You can't blame yourself if you had no control over the situation

It so surreal.

I hadn't heard from James in decades.

Hadn't kept in touch.
I just sort of took it for granted that he'd be around if I ever wanted to reconnect.
But it'll never happen now.

My friends, you all matter to me.
You are all precious to me.
I had no friends growing up...being a pariah in my school until high school.
I had a very tiny group of friends in high school.
But it wasn't much.

It took getting to my first science fiction convention to make real friends.
At that con, I first met people who also liked what we now call furry art.

It was a truly revolutionary experience in my life.
I've never looked back.

Furry fandom is my life.
Its family.
Its friendship.
Its the social group I identify with and choose to be with.
Its my world.

Anyone who can't deal with it...can fuck themselves for all I care.

Here is where I make my stand.
And if I must, I'll die on this hill.

I am Iron Badger.
And I am a furry.

This is my tribe.
These are my people.

Nothing else matters as much as that.

-Badger-

My condolences for your loss, Ironbadger…

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

I'm really sorry, Badge'. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm here if you need an ear.

*offers a hug* I'm here if you need a shoulder.
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