Happy Birthday, Tinkie!

I'm such a proud Mama... eight years ago, my little girl, Tinkie, was diagnosed with Liver Disease. Typically a fatal illness, we've continuously invested everything imaginable to ensure the quality of her life, her survival. From weekly doctor appointments and handfuls of daily medications to the small fortune that quickly accumulated with each and every blood draw and biopsy. Some people might deem it an absolutely foolish notion to devote so much time and effort into their pet... but I'm not one of those people. She's a beloved part of my life, and against all odds, today we celebrate another birthday with her.

Happy Birthday, Tinkie!

Comments

Jonna Artist said…

So cute!

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diane said…

Congratulations, and Happy Birthday to Tinkie.
Some people don't understand how meaningful a pet can be, almost like a child. I've seen that kind of relationship for my sister, who has never been able to have children. Her husband has been out of the country completing his schooling to be a doctor, and that dog has really saved her from being lonely.
As a note of interest, they purchased the dog together, so I believe that the dog is also like a piece of him that remains.

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