Clyde-E-Us Minimus 1994 - 2011 We lost Clyde this morning at 4:30 am. He died peacefully at home. On Tuesday, he really wasn't doing so well, but I had to go into work and was so worried that he would die alone. I felt so sick at heart. He stuck around. I think to say his goodbye's. He waited until I came home and stuck with me that evening. That was our time. Normally he fiddled around, underfoot, begging for scraps while I cooked. This night, he couldn't because he was too weak, so he laid next to me while I crafted. And then at about 4:15 AM this morning, just a little before Dave normally got up with him to start the morning routine, Clyde started shifting around. Dave went downstairs with him. I think Clyde was waiting to say goodbye to Dave, because that was their special time. And that is when he was ready to let go. This is a picture of him at Christmas in 2007 when he was about 13 years old. What a pensive look. Goodness only knows what