Farewell Frederick J Tinker-Tink

8 years ago a tiny little furry guy entered my life and captured my heart. He was small; so small that he could fit in your shirt pocket with room left over. He was injured and close to dying. My then mother-in-law nursed him back to health and placed him in my and my then husband's care.

Through the moves from location to location, and through my struggles with my ex husband he was there for me. He knew just how to comfort me when I was upset, and he was the best bedtime snuggler. I would fall asleep with him laying on my chest - head against my cheek.

When I left my ex I also left him. That was one of the hardest decisions I have ever made.

Last night at 3am he took his last breath.




My heart is broken.