We are so very glad that Linus died quite peacefully and quietly in Linda’s embrace.  We don’t know what took him so suddenly, but we are both very grateful that he went on his own accord, without any intervention by us or a vet. Since his diagnosis, we’ve known we might have to make “the” decision for him, but wonder whether he knew how awful that prospect was to us, and so he went on his own.  

A Lamby Man to the end, our Linus.  

It has only been a short while since he died, but the house seems so empty.

Linda struggles with wanting to believe he is happy and at peace where he is now. But just like Linus, she also worries. Everything in the house reminds her of him, and she wakes up thinking of him first thing each morning. One day she had the thought that Linus wants her happy and healthy. It helps her to think that message came from him.

Ann is very sad, too, but also very grateful that Linus died at home with someone he loved very much—and without having to be put down, with one of his last feelings being the prick of a needle. She would have preferred to have helped Linda during his last hours and to have been there to see Linus off, but clearly, that was not supposed to be.

Oh, how we miss him!

This website has been a tremendous comfort to build, and putting it together has sparked many happy memories. If you knew Linus, we hope it sparks some fond memories for you, too.

If you didn't know Linus, you do now! (He would be so pleased.)