In the last few years he was living in a retirement home which he called "The Hotel". By this point he had Alzheimer's and was pretty confused, but happy at his room in the hotel with its regular meals (for which he was normally first in line).
We would bring him to our house on a regular basis for dinner and a visit -- and that included kitty time, too, of course.
Here he is on his 88th birthday last May.
Dante liked to sit on one of the extra dining chairs closest to Grampa, but would hop down when offered something yummy.
Grampa and Dante weren't just fairweather furiends -- oh no! Whatever the weather, they'd sit together.
Grampa would even kiss Dante on his mouth, though I never managed to capture one of those special moments on camera.
Grampa loved to dangle toys at the kitties. It aMEWSed him endlessly. Here he is enticing Dylan to play.
And, on the softer side, if he could catch one, Grampa liked to cuddle. Domino was happy to oblige.
I am so glad that Grampa was able to experience the joy of pets in his last years. They never failed to make him smile.
Grampa passed quickly and peacefully and we'll all miss him, as we do with all of those we care about. Bye, bye Grampa! See you later on the Bridge.