Brace for it. Labor Day I woke up early to find Ike my 13-year-old English Bulldog sleeping peacefully. The catch is he wasn’t snoring and he didn’t wake up. I knew this was coming. He was very old, smelly, a bit blind and the wrinkles were getting pretty saggy. He was stubborn, grumpy and a shedding blob of mood. My wife and I loved him and we think he at least liked us. Needless to say death is top of mind this first day back at my desk and I’m a bit scattered.
What does one do when their dog dies? I guess one option to take your mind away from the pain is to jump into SXSW PanelPicker and see who’s talking about this grim subject. What I found was a wonderful variety of intriguing ideas around tackling disability and death. A Core Conversation focused on online end of life planning for women and a session discussing the assurance of interweb immortality post mortem. There are several more and it’s a worthy search to see the breadth of creative ideas submitted on this important (but always ignored) subject. Please use the search bar at the top of the SXSW PanelPicker voting interface to see the full range of proposals covering the end of our existence in the physical realm.
Thanks for hanging in there. Apologies if this post is a downer and not helping your hangover. Ike decided to ride the light chariot to the other side and you can't blame him. But he wouldn’t give a damn. He’d look at you, snort and lumber back into his patch of sunshine in the kitchen and resume snoring.