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"The reason Tink died...she was 100% overweight. In other words, twice what she should have weighed. My fault. I should have been better about keeping her out of the food. Now, because of my neglect to do that, she died. She would probably still be alive t"
"Trying to raid her food bag. It was funny to watch her. Tink would stand in front of the door like this, pull it open slightly with a paw, then try to go through only to have her chubby side catch the door half-way through. She had to go back and forth se"
Coloration: Tabby
Likes: Tinky loved making me feel better when I was sad.
Pet-Peeves: None until she became chubby.
Favorite Toy: Almost anything I made or bought for her
Favorite Nap Spot: In my lap.
Favorite Food: Fish flavored cat-fodd
Skills: Tink was so smart she could figure things out for herself!
Dwells:
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: Tinker Bell was an "accident", sort of. Her previous owners had a cat (named Chee-Chee) that had kittens every 6 months. I was looking for a kitten, so I got her when she was 8 weeks old. I didn't know anything about BYBs or bad breeders back then. A friend of mine used to own Tink's brother, Kitty-Boy, who looked like a Siamese with long hair.----------------------------- ------Tinker Bell died from gaining too much weight. We'd put her food away and she'd find some way to get to it and tear the bag open. We'd put the food in a plastic container, but the plastic container wouldn't hold the whole bag. We made her an outside cat in an attempt to make her lose weight. Less than a month after living outside, she got liver dysfunction and died two weeks after her last vet visit. I'm not some horrible person who didn't care about my cat and just let her get overweight. I cared about her very much. I eventually thought of putting her food bag on a high shelf, but by then it was too late. I felt bad enough already when she died, I don't need messages telling me that I should feel bad. I'm a responsible owner and I've learned ever so much more since I had Tinker Bell. I use her story as a warning to others not to let their pets get overweight.
Bio: She would come like a puppy anytime I called her! She would try to make me feel better when I was sad. She loved me unconditionally, as I loved her. She would get mad at me sometimes, but she would never hold a grudge for more than an hour or two. She gained too much weight in 2006, and died of liver dysfunction on September 15th. She was buried the next day, and a few days later a cross was put over her grave. She is loved and missed by all who had the privilege of meeting her. There is hardly a day goes by that I don't think of her, and miss her. Sometimes I miss her more than other times. She was a friend, a true and loyal friend. I miss her terribly. This poem probably most accurately describes how much I miss her----
If tears could build a stairway
If tears could build a stairway
and memories a lane.
I would walk right up to heaven
and bring you back again.
No farewell words were spoken.
No time to say "Goodbye"
You were gone before I knew it
and only God knows why.
My heart still aches with sadness
and secret tears still flow.
What it meant to love you.
No one can ever know.
But now I know you want me
to mourn for you no more.
To remember all the happy times
life still has much in store.
Since you will never be forgotten
I pledge to you this day.
A hallowed place within my heart
is where you'll always stay.
Forums Motto: The life of a friend is always too short
The Last Forum I Posted In: Breed Suggestions?
This may sound strange, and I'm sure that some won't believe it. But, today my human went outside, asked God if she could "see" m for a moment. She saw something move way up in the sky, like a cloud, but it was there for one or two seconds and then disappeared. Then, I was with her. She could feel my spirit. I talked to her, not with words, but she just knew what I was saying. I stayed with her for a few minutes, then told her that I had to go now. She said "bye, Tinker Bell" and felt my presence go back up to Rainbow Bridge. Though she didn't "see" me with her earthly eyes, God granted me to visit her for a few minutes after she requested it and she "saw" me. It really comforted her. She was looking for assurance that she will meet me once again someday - that my spirit is still there even though my body isn't - , and God gave her the assurance.
The renter's cat Sugar (I have a picture of her on my page, last picture) had 5 kittens 4 days ago. One died yesterday. Two look like Sugar. My human loves kittens. Two look a lot like me, because they had black stripes.
The renters are keeping one, and giving away the others. One has a pending home so far.
My human wishes to herself that she could have one, but she knows that she can't have another cat for a long time. I'm watching these adorable little kittens from the Bridge. As I watch over my human, so will I watch over these kittens just for my human because she loves them.
The late Mrs. Daisy's family is puting together a book of all of Mrs. Daisy's poems and have it published! Mrs. Daisy had written several poems, including one about Tinker Bell. It's called "My Kitty Cat".
My Kitty Cat
There's a loving, gentle cat
Just a kitty- cat - Oh well
But she's mine; and I love her
And her name is Tinker Bell
She's a friend, a loving friend
And a real companion, too
A real friend when I am sad
She's always there; she's so true
Her fur is so soft and gentle
When I touch her, she's so warm
She's a constant, real companion
Does not seem to be no harm
She's mine! She's mine! And will be
I'll feed her good food to eat
And fresh water - As long as
Her "meow" sounds low and sweet.
I bet that Tink is purring to Mrs. Daisy in Heaven right now. Interestingly, Mrs. Daisy died the same year as Tinker Bell, only a few months before.
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