When Tinkerbelle died, it was a tragedy. I have had Tinkerbelle since I before I was one years old. She had been sick for months, and the last couple of days were terrible. My dad had to literally drag her across the floor. And the last day my mom had just gotten back from the vet and I was about to go into jazz when she walked in and told me the news, that the vet found a tumor that was eternally bleeding or something, and they had to put her down.

Me and my mom left the studio crying. When we got home, we snuggled up to Tinkerbelle. When my sister called to tell my mom she left work, they were on her way.
My sister went, my brother went, and of course my mom went. I didn't go because it would be too sad.

When they were like, say, half way there, my sis was talking to her bf, and she was petting Tinkerbelle at the same time, and she felt her and was like, "Shannon, I don't think she is breathing." So she reached over to my brother Tommy and said, "I don't think she's breathing, can you check?" So he bent over and checked and found that she wasn't breathing.

When The police got involved (long story) my aunt came and picked her up. When they actually got to the vet, they decided that they would cremate her and we would sprinkle her ashes across Jellystone. (That is where we have camped since my sis was like not born. And she's 14 now!!)

And everything else will take like 5 pages to explain.

Yours sincerely,
Kristen