With a heavy heart Tammy and I had to bring Stimpy for his final vet visit. He has been battling kidney failure for a year and his quality of life has diminished to the point where we couldn't bear to let him suffer anymore. Never had to do this for a pet before (as a child the pet always just "goes away..."), so I just wanted to take a moment to commemorate him. He was given to me by an x-girlfriend in Bed Stuy, Brooklyn in '96 (a product of Bubbles and Rami). I was told to pick a kitten out of the litter, and this particular one was chewing on my hair and ear as I slept. Sold! Todd brought him on the N on his shoulder or in his pocket to my Ditmars/42nd Street apartment. Of course he disappeared that night. After looking all over the apartment, in the closets, under the dressers I went outside and looked in the street. Turned out he was in the toe of my boot. He pulled this move a few times over the years and drove me crazy looking for him. Used to constantly attack my ankles/toes and knead my neck as I tried to sleep. I remember having no AC in that apartment in the summer but having to put the blanket over my toes up to my chin so that he would leave me alone! Would play fetch with a drinking straw and get into anything you didn't want him to get into. Anyway, he's been a close companion of mine for the last 15 years and will miss!
