Steve Irwin - *CRICKEY* When someone joked that he died last year, I threw a fit. Quickly jumping online to search for news articles and such only to find out that it was utter bullshit. This time round, I did my usual news.google.com morning routine only to find the headline screaming that he died from a sting ray. Sting ray?

I quickly checked the date to find out whether they were fucking with me, nope. It’s not the 1st of Aprils, nor did they say that he was in critical condition. He’s just, dead.

Though I can’t say I have been following his life, I have nothing but respect and admiration for Steve. Granted anyone in the world is able to do what he does, simply by loving, caring and dedicating their entire lives for nature and it’s animals.

I’ll end his tribute with what I remember him most by.
There was a documentary on forest fires, and Steve Irwin was standing at the edge of the fire in an emotional wreck as he watched an ageold forest in flames, taking the animals with it. Did he stand there in tears and do nothing? Crickey no. He’s fucking Steve Irwin for gods sake.

He would suddenly dash into the forest and disappear for a good minute or so, and come running out with a passed out animal in his arms, skin black from the burns and blood streaming down his face. It took several people to hold him back in order to stop his blatant disregard for his own life.

Everything he has done since birth has been selfless, and the world just lost a great great man.