She came to us 13 years ago. Her human parents were getting a divorce and neither could keep her. She was a little brown and white chihuahua named Tinkerbelle. Since there is always room in my heart for another dog to love and since my daughter knew my weakness for this breed and since I didn't have anymore sense...I took her in. She quickly became a vital part of our family. She loved ice cream and riding through the Battlefield Park looking for deer and wild turkey. She was a loyal little friend for 13 years.

She also had a heart murmur. This is not uncommon in older dogs, but her's developed early and she was on a "heart pill" every day. During the past few weeks I could tell she was becoming weaker and her little heart was working overtime. The vet said we were doing all that was possible for her.

This morning I sat in the rocking chair and held her close. I sang a stupid song softly in her ear and reminded her just how special she was to our family. She looked up with those big brown eyes as if to tell me it was OK...she knew we loved her. She also knew it was time for her to take a trip. She could see the beauty that lay across the "Rainbow Bridge"! She could see her healthy heart restored and would romp and play with all the other pets who have gone on before. Perhaps some of them lived with you! Maybe she wanted to be free of the tiredness that came with age. 13 is old in dog years. Is is a short time when you love an animal
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MzScarlett...mourning the passing of Tinkerbelle, thankful for the time we had her as part of our family.