Throwback to our dearly departed Tinkerbell. She was a Pomeranian mix with a lot of spunk! 💛
Tinkerbell came to us after her owner was admitted to palliative care, and she needed a home where she could live out the rest of her life. She arrived with a spring still in her step, clearly a well-loved little dog—so well-loved, in fact, that she refused dog food! How dare we insult her with such a thing? And to serve it in a bowl? Rude!
So, as the queen she was, we hand-fed her. In the beginning, we even cooked for her—pasta, ground beef or chicken, vegetables, and rice—to tempt her appetite. It worked, and slowly, we found the right dog food for her (but still, no bowl, please).
During her time with us, she formed a close friendship with our longtime resident, Poe, a Boston Terrier with his own set of quirks. We even nicknamed them Tinker-Poe because they were always snuggled up together and would even play a little!
Tinkerbell passed in 2024 after her cognitive abilities declined, leaving Poe alone again. He has since found a new friend in Bridie, but Tinkerbell will always have a special place in his heart—and in ours.
Losing an animal, even after a short time, is always heartbreaking. It reminds us of our own mortality and how fragile life can be. I recently lost a family member, and I know how deeply these connections touch our souls. Whether it’s a beloved pet, a dear friend, or a family member, their absence leaves a mark—like a loose thread on a sweater. The sweater may stretch and change, but that pull is always there, visible and felt inside.
Tinkerbell, you were loved. 💛✨As where you D.M