Many of us received a terrible email this morning (or last night) from Steve saying that our good sweet friend Grunty had passed away. I am so shocked by this news, as Grunty was so robust and full of life. It hadn't occurred to me to worry about him dying for years yet, and I'm sure Steve felt the same way.
I love Grunty so much. I thought we could talk about Grunty here.
I remember when Grunty came home from the animal shelter. He was a skinny ol' wide-eyed guy very interested in the whole world, and obviously very devoted to Steve who had rescued him. He lived at Rip City and did many funny things there. He always wanted to be friends with everybody, and almost everybody (not Whiskers) accepted the friendship he offered and we were all made better people by it. I always love to go to Steve's house and see Grunty hanging out there, working on his projects and doing his business out in the yard. There is nothing so pretty as Grunty in the grass in the sun. I remember when somebody wrote "Grunty's House" on a cardboard box and we were all like "he's not gonna go in there just because you put his name on it" but then he DID. And that box was there for years and he lived in it. I loved that.
Steve was such a good friend to Grunty and vice versa. Those two were such an amazing crew that I really found lovely to the eye.
keyword search Grunty on flickr for some nice memories...we have all taken so many nice pictures of that guy! He has been such a focal point for our lives and such a cool presence in so many of our activities. I wish I were in Portland to be with Steve right now. I will miss Grunty, I know we all will.