Linus passed away on Sunday, June 27th, the day after I last posted here about the olive tray. He had a long, lovely life as our resident grouch and in the end, he went suddenly and without prolonged pain, and so for that I am grateful. He lived to be 15 years old and was spritely until the end. Even just days before his decline he was still running around the backyard chasing at squirrels that had the temerity to invade his territory. But then all of a sudden, he declined precipitously and we knew it was time. I don’t have anything very eloquent to say except that I miss him terribly. He was my beloved pain in the ass, curmudgeonly grumpus the grandpa who never stopped nipping at the ones he loved, right until the very end.

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