It seemed like it was yesterday when I was listening to Shawn Elliott wax-poetically on an old GFW podcast about Weng Weng. The biggest little guy. Hopefully this little post finds plenty of his fans. Though he died almost twenty years ago, his powerful little fists and feet have left prints on my heart.
That and I had a long day at work. I looked back and only seen one set of footprints. Weng Weng carried me.