I had a cold yesterday, and I still have one today, though it's less bad today (yay zinc! Also: zinc is gross.), but yesterday (amongst other big things) was in remembrance of my dear sweet departed pug (he will always be one of the absolute biggest things in my life, though). I had Facebook to remind me in case I forgot (or wanted to forgot but forgot to not let Facebook remind me).
It reminded me of my post on here last year; I would've just reposted it, but my thoughts on the eternal have since changed. I am still grateful for being made of the same star-stuff as my dog, and someday we will be star-stuff again, together (which brings me great comfort). But I am less existential this time, this year. And more like my old self, from many many years ago. I'll talk about it later, for sure. But this year it was less painful (yet, still painful). I'm glad. Not because I don't miss his sweet funny little self: I always do. But it is good that I have more peace about it.
My good sir. The little pirate.