I was recently informed of the passing of Renegade the Pegasus. Although I didn't know him for long, he was still someone I valued as a friend. I made this for him after meeting him at Bronycon. I never got around to posting it, but he did get to see it before he passed. It hurts to know that he's gone, and I feel angry, too, because it could have been avoided. He was a diabetic, and someone gave him a drink that was too strong for him. I don't know if this person knew any better or not, but I can't help feeling so angry, like this person took my friend away from me. After all, an impaired driver doesn't mean to kill someone on the road, right? I know I shouldn't hang onto this feeling because it won't bring Renegade back, but it's just so hard not to think about how he could still be here, how things could still be normal. I don't know what I would say if I ever met that person; for all I know they're feeling even worse than I am now. But part of me can't ignore this one thought: my friend was taken away from me by someone who just wanted to have fun and indulge in his own pleasure.

But it isn't healthy for me to dwell on that. I know that I need to focus on remembering the good times we have and keep that part of my friend alive for as long as I can. I don't think Renegade would want to see me like this, to see me so angry and torn up. I need to try to keep my spirits up for him. I know that in my head, but in my heart, it's just so hard. I miss him so much. I want my friend back. I'm sorry our time knowing each other was so short. I just hope that wherever you are, you're at peace.

Goodbye, my friend.