Tinkerbell was such a good doggie. She was the kind of first child every parent should have. She was forgiving of my mistakes, she loved me unconditionally, she looked incredibly cute in her ladybug costume…In short, Tinkerbell was my best friend for a little over three years.
I loved her from the first moment I saw her. She was only a pound and a half when I took her to the vet for the first time and the vet told me he didn’t know how long she would live because she was so little. Her little face was so bug-eyed. In time, she grew to be a stout nearly twenty-pound pug. When she was itty bitty, I came home from work and it was my job to just hold her and talk to her. Her little head was so top-heavy back in those days that I can remember her stumbling over herself. We took walks around the neighborhood and she’d get tired half-way around the circle, so I’d have to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way around.
One thing we did have to watch out for when we moved to Iowa and had her walking out in public…man, that dog had a thing for eating other people’s trash. Specifically, she loved…I mean she LOVED… to eat cigarette butts. We did our best to keep her from it (obviously, we didn’t smoke), and so it’s hard for me to remember now how she would even get into them. But she’d eat them and they’d come out whole out the other end. It was absolutely disgusting and it worried me to death.
Tinker was there for me through thick and thin. I remember the day of the miscarriage…J took me to the store and we bought that silly ladybug costume I mentioned earlier…it was a bright spot for what otherwise was one of the darkest days of my life.
Then B-the-Be-Bop came along and man, I was worried about having the baby around Tinker-B. But I never will remember the first time we brought home some of Be-Bop’s clothes from the hospital, to introduce him to Tinkerbell. Tink just sniffed them for a minute, and started licking like crazy. What in the world was I worried about?
Now I can write about Tinker and genuinely remember the good times. Of course, I still remember the heartbreak of missing her so much. She has such a soft, big comfy green cushion in a big corner of my heart. But I’m done wishing her life had been longer. What was meant to be has been….for three and a half years she was my baby, my sweetheart, my refuge away from home when I was so homesick. She gave me the best gift a dog can give a girl… laughter and smiles.
Tinkerbell died on June 1, 2008. Rock Steady was nine days old.
I can only imagine what TInker-B would have done around Rock Steady. Rock Steady would have given her fits and I don’t think they would have gotten along very well, to be honest.