On October 6th 2020, my right hand in canine form left the mortal realm to shepherd souls in the afterlife.
I didn’t appreciate how much he did for me both physically and emotionally until he was gone. He left suddenly and the crater he left behind in my life is meteor sized (think Tunguska).
My plan is to release my nonfiction book about him on the anniversary of his death this year, but it’s taking me longer to finish than I expected. The first draft was all about me – and who wants to read that! – so the second draft is rightly focused on Hans, but edits are proving difficult because I cry when I’m working on the book. I’m not talking about gentle, womanly tears either. My tears are so torrential that I often can’t see through them (have to blink fast to clear my vision like high speed car windscreen wipers during a storm).
Whether I publish the book this year or not, I want to set up a lasting legacy in memory of Hans that helps animals, and people, and people with their animals, because that’s how Hans would like to be remembered (if he had any say in the matter). He looked out for everyone, no matter the species.
While I’d love to set up a grant or something, I don’t have any money to do that (this year). My other thought was an anthology of animal focused speculative fiction with proceeds going to charity, but I know I couldn’t put one together.
If you have an idea for how I could honour Hans’s memory and help others at the same time, I’d be very grateful to hear it.