North Carolina, USA
|Death: ||Feb. 17, 2003|
"When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun."
- William Shakespeare
Stimpy crossed to the Rainbow Bridge on 2/17/03 during the worst snowstorm in Baltimore, MD's history. He was a very young ten years old.
Stimpy was diagnosed with a large and inoperable brain tumor in January of 2003. While he didn't appear to be suffering, we could see him declining almost everyday. His wonderful and jovial personality slowly disappeared leaving him confused and stoic.
During the blizzard, early in the morning of the 17th, he began pacing the house and trying to hide behind anything he could find. He would not be comforted and was clearly in pain. We gave him as much of his pain medicine as was allowed and he appeared to be in less pain, but the anxiety and stress had taken hold of him.
At daylight, we dug out the car, wrapped him in a towel and headed to the emergency pet ER. The beltway was a field of white and we could not see where the road was. But, with the help of God we made it to the ER. We got stuck in the driveway of the facility, which is on the highest hill in Towson, and his best buddy Alan carried him the rest of the way in the driving snow. Stimpy had grown calm and even gone to sleep in the car on the way there. He remained calm as we took him into the office. I think he knew we were helping him.
His suffering made the decision to put him to sleep a little easier to make, but watching him die was the hardest thing we have ever done.
Stimpy had a personality like none I have ever encountered. He was very intelligent, perceptive and charismatic. He had many friends in places all over the country, many of whom had never met him in person. He loved to visit his friends at the beauty salon and even stood up to the vacuum cleaner in order to get some love from the house keeping staff in our apartment building.
Stimpy loved to cruise in the car, hanging one arm out the window and go "surfing for love." He almost never failed to draw a smile out of anyone who passed by.
In true Boston Terrier fashion, Stimpy loved to play tug with his toys. As a puppy, we trained him through his chewing stage on old shoes. Thus, all his toys were called shoes. If you wanted him to play all you had to say was "go get me a shoe," and be prepared to play the rest of the evening.
Stimpy loved car rides, his buddy Alan, children, anyone who paid attention to him, squeak toys, food, food and food. His favorite foods were peanut butter and yes, mild banana peppers. He was a beggar extraordinaire who knew how to work a room.
Stimpy is missed terribly by us and everyone who knew him. His absence is profound. My home has no life to it and feels empty and lonely. It is hard to come home knowing that I will not be greeted with barking and dancing from my "Littleman."
His suffering is over and he is happy at the Rainbow Bridge and I look forward to seeing him again.
Please join me in honoring his, and all our canine friends' memories by fighting to close puppy mills, and in supporting the veterinarian community in their efforts to find ways to end the diseases that genetically plague our wonderful companions. Stimpy was bred by a backyard breeder and his life was cut short because of this. It is my hope that others will not suffer the same fate.
Godspeed my beautiful Littleman. I will see you again one day.
Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend.
Created by: Laura Myers
Record added: Oct 09, 2007
Find A Grave Memorial# 22060726
Added: Aug. 11, 2014
What a beautiful Boston you were, Stimpy! I once had one myself, and I know first-hand how precious they are! Rest well, sweet boy! You've earned it!|
Added: Mar. 27, 2014
Thinking of you and missing you as much today as I did 11 years ago. I love you Stimpy.|
Added: Feb. 17, 2014
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