The rain is falling. It is so dreary and cold. Most everything that was Stimpy's is now inside a bag, ready to be taken to animal rescue. But, I can't seem to do it just yet.
Not yet.
You never realize how lucky you really are, sometimes, until something sad happens. Losing Stimpy was one of the hardest things I have had to deal with for quite awhile. I cling to the vision of him in some better dimension. Forever sitting in a sun-bathed garden, gazing up, a spring breeze gently blowing, as he slowly blinks in happiness.
I found out how very lucky I am this week. When Karen Brie, and Giovanni showed up at my door the night Stimpy died, holding flowers, cookies, and lemon sorbet, a grand beam of sunlight poured into this quiet, dimly lit, small apartment. There were the other things people did, to show they shared in the pain of a friend, that made everything seem bearable.
I will remember you, Stimpy, and I will remember that I am blessed with the most wonderful friends...
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