While I lived in New York from 1995 to 1998, our paths had never crossed. Leslie and I met virtually in 1998 when were both working on Creative Time's annual Day Without Art Initiative (I'd moved to Montreal a few months earlier). We talked on the phone and I remember thinking that if we were in the same city, we would be fast friends. I was thrilled when she moved to San Francisco and I had the opportunity to work with her and become her friend.
Tigger adored Leslie and when she came to visit he would very rudely clamber up on her chest, adorning her bosom like some sort of demented brooch. Tigger was a boob man and Leslie was kind enough to let all 5lbs of Chihuahua have his way.
In February 2004, Tigger was attacked and killed by a dog named Happy in Buena Vista Park. I was devastated. We decided to have his body cremated and drove out to Pet's Rest in Colma to pick up his ashes. The attendants words pierced through the fog of my misery -- "spread his ashes in the place he liked best." I stopped and looked at Derek but didn't say anything for fear of laughing when it was clearly inappropriate. I waited until we were outside.
"Leslie isn't going to like this."
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