When you are reading this, I will no longer be amongst you. It is late at night now, and I am dictating this to the man who raised me and took care of me all my life and whom I cared for all of mine. The man who was my world, all my world, and nothing but my world, so help me god. I spent eight good years with this man and his beautiful family, and independent of my reclusive distant demeanor, they were all very, very dear to my heart.
I want to apologize to anyone who was hurt by my distant, arms-length approach to humans (most of you, I know), to the kid I took the skateboard from underneath (while he was speeding down the street), and to the old pinscher dog with the dirty mouth who did not know his place (and lived to tell about it).
I also wanted to leave all you worried two-legged faces with little friendly advice. Take it from a well-balanced dog who by design lives exclusively in the NOW - deal less with what you call past and worry less about the future (whatever that is). The only real thing is the present. The rest is cat's shit.
I want to thank the man who raised me for letting me keep my balls (as I grew up) and legs (when cancer struck), and for sending me on my way when it was time, as majestic and as owe striking as I went through life.
I was ok with my Facebook page, and although I would have never initiated such a project (I don't care for likes of any kind), it was heartwarming to see how that man was showing me off. Finally, I want to say that I forgive him for not calling me Pono but instead using "my horse" every time he wanted my attention. If you ever heard him say it, you would have known, just as I know... How much he loved me.
Farewell, people. See you in the afterlife.
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