*Sniff* *Sniff* I think our tears could make a river.
Remember when he tried so hard to help get "Woody" (Jen L's dog) from Texas to Allentown and I volunteered to keep him for a few days? Well, I never told this story, but Phred and I kept calling the airport about Woody's arrival and, I, at least was told the flight was delayed. So, I took my time, just about to leave, when Phred called and said "What are you? An airhead?" Huh? Hey toots, sez I, whatdya mean? Turns out, Phred had much better "connections" than I and it turns out, little Woody was awaiting at the terminal for me!!

He was always my "Toots" and I was his goof.

I'm glad he's not suffering, truly, I am, as are we all, but I can't believe that John is never going to on PT anymore. I feel I lost a family member. I think I've printed out a lot of his posts. They were enthralling and hilarious.

Bye John, I'll love you forever.