"Let's make a deal. For your 18th birthday you can either have a tattoo or a chinchilla. Now if you pick the chinchilla, you have to wait until you're 21 for the tattoo"
I still remember this converstation I had with my dad & mom over luch in Pinole. I said yes to the chinchilla. Two months later I hide my first tatoo from my parents...but that's another story. Today, I recieved a call from Josh while I was in Vallejo visiting my parents that our little Stickshift has past away. Tears instantly filled my eyes & I drove back to Stockton. On the drive home I was hoping Stickshift was just asleep. But sadly, he wasn't. Stickshift was only 1 years old when I got him & he was so tiny with those solar-dish ears of his. I taught him how to use a little poty for when he had to go pee-pee. Taught him how to sit on my shoulders or my head whenever I walked around the house with him. He always barked at Jr. which made me love him more that he didn't like my brother, haha. My mom snuck him so many treats throughout the years that just shaking or opening any form of bag he will run to the front of his cage or to your feet thinking he was getting something yummy. He would always sit close to the edge of his cage whenever my dad & I watched our favorite shows together. Stickshift traveled to Portland with me when I first moved then here with Josh & I. He was our little boy. It was the start of our little family. My spoiled little round boy. I love him with all my heart & I have the tattoo of his cute little face to prove it! haha. I'm just happy to have had 12 years with him. He's always going to be my number one. <3