The day I found you swollen, and felt a tear come to my eye as I saw your paw, we rushed you to the vet. We didn't know what had happened, but you were sent home two days after. You only had 3 legs and a infection on the front paw.

The week after this ordeal, we saw you suffering through pain and depression. We thought the best thing for you was to let you go.

And now, six of your kittens sit and think, "Where's my mum?" Sadly, they don't know your gone.

We miss you more than anything in the world, Tinkerbell. At age 4, you went in peace. R.I.P 2012