Grief

The Beasts found it hard to believe their Dear Friend was sick:

So green, so lush, so full of growing fruit!

But despite:

Denial

Anger

Bargaining

Depression

The Beasts finally had to come to:

Acceptance.

Their friend was gone.

There was nothing left to do...

...except comfort one another...

...and remember the fruit
still ripening on the vine...

...and the seeds that keep sprouting...

...from the harvest of a richly fruitful life.

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RIP, DRR.