Look, Jim, his dog died FIVE years ago. He wrote a book on Muffy. He has been in a funk, and has taken his colossal depression out on America, daily, ever since.
Sheesh, have you no “compassion”? .>/
Now hold on. I grieved like crazy for a long time for my guy. Some 20 years later, I found herself, who is also now gone, but we now have the little guy we sometimes call Ghandi. Mr. Happy. Mr. Peaceful.