The Wrath of Franklin
Slight exaggeration for effect: Franklin used to get like that whenever we went on vacation for a few days. Even though we always left all the pets with a great sitter, he’d really resent that we went away and on our return he would give us the cold shoulder for, oh, half an hour or so. He then figured we learned our lesson and forgave us.
Miss the little guy.
Oh. So this is how you do a necrology. You set a cartoonists monument to him. Sorry for your loss.