Although several days late, I think it's okay for me to dedicate this entry to the anniversary of the death of the word's most beloved Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin. I've never actually had the pleasure of meeting Steve, although I wished that I had. Here's what I can say about him:

Steve Irwin was a hero. Brave, fearless even. He would look danger in the face and, instead of whimper, scream, or run, he would simply stare at it and remark at how unique and beautiful it was. Steve Irwin was a devoted husband and father of two, keeping his family equaly prioritized to his work. His wife and daughter would often aid him in his wildlife research, and his he hoped that his young son would also follow in his footsteps.

But on September 4th 2006, while filming a segment on undersea life, a Bull Ray thrust its tail upwards into Steve's heart.

Crocodile Hunter fans everywhere were devestated, and I can safely say that I wasn't the only one to burst out into tears upon hearing the sad news. Although I can find solice in the fact that he died doing what he loved; filming, helping, holding, saving, loving.... Animals.