Linus was the sweetest boy ever. Those who knew him, who welcomed him as a house guest, knew that he fit in anywhere with ease. He was my role model for taking what comes with a peaceful spirit and a sense of hope. My friend Gifford called him the Master of Surrender. Linus went with the flow better than anyone. He lived for the love of his people, too numerous to mention, and the love of his food. I honestly believe that he indulged me in taking walks only because he knew there would be biscuits at the end. I will miss him profoundly - the clicking of his nails on the hardwood floors and his nose in my face to wake me each morning. He was a gentle giant, a silly pup and my dear companion.
I am blessed that he was a part of my life.