If you're a member of the furry fandom, odds are pretty good you already know who Dogbomb was. For the rest of you, Dogbomb was a member of the furry fandom, a vet tech, a runner, and he had ALS. If you're old enough, you'll probably know ALS as Lou Gehrig's disease. It's a horrible degenerative disease.
I call him my friend, but the truth is we never met. I first found out about Dogbomb and his battle with ALS through Twitter, one of the many platforms furries use to organize and communicate, and it's through his twitter posts that I came to know him and through which I hope to introduce you to him.
Motorcycles are near and dear to my heart, as they were to his. As well as boats and the kinds of trucks you can take off road in the middle of nowhere to see what this world's really about. To explore the parts of the map where someone once wrote "here there be dragons" and never thought to find out if there really were.
He had a sense of humor about his situation, and about life in general. If you can't enjoy a solid giggle at the absurdity of it all, we probably wouldn't be friends. Some times life really do be like that.
Dogbomb lived his life on his own terms, and he lived it more fully than most people I've met. He fought the disease as long as he could, but in the end the disease won. He chose death with dignity before the disease left him without the option to choose, and before it trapped him in his own body with no option but to wait for the end to come.
If you can, please donate. Together, we can find a treatment and eventually a cure.