Originally Posted by Freckles
John Morris, a.k.a. Phred was more than a beloved member of Pet Talk, he was a pillar of the community in many, many ways. He was a worrier about the youngsters on the board, a sucker for a pooch in need, and - not everyone will know this - the only other member of Pet Talk that we ever allowed to be a moderator. He and one other person that we later had to ban were asked and took on the task in October of 2001, when Paul and I were traveling to Beijing for a week, and unsure what Internet access we'd have. He did a great job, but I don't think he got a lot of sleep that week, he was so concerned about keeping everything going, so once we were back home, he asked to be demoted again pretty quickly.
You all know what a great and often wry sense of humor he had, and self-deprecating doesn't even begin to cut it. But what you may not know is how much he cared even off the board for members. He was known to get directions to the lost, help a wayward member with car trouble on a cross-country trip, and spend the time to call folks he felt were missing, or might need a phone call. I got several calls when he was worried about one person or another over the years, and as his health deteriorated, I became the one to call him instead. I remember the first time he was hospitalized with serious heart trouble, and I was calling the hospital to check on him. I knew other Pet Talkers had likely already called, and I figured they'd only believe so many "I'm his ex-wife" claims, so when the nurse on the desk said, in a brisk, faintly disapproving manner, "Are you a relative?" I answered, "Not really, but he calls me "Mom" even though I'm a good bit younger than he is ..." and she changed her tone, chuckled and put me through.
He was an organizer - of these gatherings, of the bench and memorial, and other quieter gestures. We still have the silk flowers he sent us when Miss Hoppy died, they are on the mantle of our new apartment. And "Stoney" the rabbit he sent us one Christmas is in the living room - it's theoretically a garden ornament, but never went outside or got dirty.
His unique take on posting in Cinder and Smoke's vernacular will forever be a part of Pet Talk, and certain threads of his will be remembered forever. He left is mark on us all, and left the world a better place than it likely was before he to came this ol' dirtball. And although he passed away, he remains one of us, because as I have said before,
Death does not win
Love lives on
In stories and memories
In gestures and phrases
Long after our bodies have failed,
Love lives on.
We miss him, but smile thinking of the raucous greeting he surely got that day, when he arrived at The Rainbow Bridge, to be greeted not only by Boots, and Bowser, but by all the animals he loved over the years.
And we'll see him again some day when we get there, too, and look forward to that hug.
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