I am overwhelmed with the responses in all the different media. I don't do social media nearly as much as Draconis did. I will answer each and every post, but I just need a little me time right now to try to make sense of this whole tragedy. I am hitting emotional highs and lows in rapid succession right now and I need a little peace. Phat Cat came down from Millington and Pan Pan came over all the way from the middle of Arkansas to see me in Memphis. I had to talk to several other furs, some as far away as NY and SC and tell them not to come out. I'll be all right. I just need to start healing. I've been told that one of my coping mechanisms is talking, so I'll probably be making more journal posts soon. I do miss my friend and expect to hear his little knock on my door to see if I'm up knock every time I sit down at the computer. Draconis and I live(ed) for the Fandom. We ate, slept, and breathed the Fandom every day trying to think up ways to make it better. I hope to continue on in his spirit, even though he fed me so many, many great ideas. I was always trying to prove myself to him and always gave him my all.

I want to tell you all a little story which kind of sums up Draconis in a nutshell. He never wanted to be a popufur. That was the farthest thing from his mind. He just wanted a tiny bit of recognition for his efforts. One time, Draconis and I were at the mall near Christmas time a few years ago. We went to a kiosk that sold calendars where a young girl was stationed to manage the booth. We went through the calendars and could not find any calendars with flamingos on it. Draconis' character, Calamity Cougar, was really big on flamingos, lawn chairs, and other redneck items. Upon not finding his preferred bird on a calendar, he told the girl in his famous Calamity Cougar twang, "Y'all need to get some calendars with FLAMINGOS on it. Flamingos are CLASSY." I saw the jaw drop for the girl in the kiosk. She said, "Oh! My God! You're CALAMITY COUGAR!!! I'm a big fan of yours!" Yup. She was a Furry. Draconis just beamed for DAYS after that encounter. I'm sure, wherever he is, he's reading all these wonderful posts and saying, "It's about time!" I miss my friend, and I always will until the day I go to hang out with him again in the afterlife. I even thought of the Furry epitaph I had written for myself some time ago. It reads as follows:

When I have gone and left this world,
Do not cry or sniff,
Think of me way down in hell,
Looking for trolls to yiff.