Tink Hassall

Tink was a tri coloured King Charles spaniel, he was spoilt rotten by all in our house.
Tink was bought from my sister Linda as one of her children threw him down the stairs and almost
killed him. Tink was always a hungry dog, and he loved his sweeties however this came at a cost to
the dog I loved so much. When Tink was about 5yrs old he got ran over and was left for dead in the
road, nobody ever accepted running him over this left Tink with very limited hearing. Tink was so
fat that if we told him to roll over he could roll onto his back but that was all we had to nudge
him to get all the way over. Tinks only downfall was his snoring and he could wake the dead.
In 2006 Tink became very unwell and he was diagnosed with diabetes and for that I blame myself for
spoiling him and this still leaves me very sad. We started having to inject him once a day which
very quickly became twice a day and he had to be fed four times. Tink then lost his sight in
November 2006 and at this time Tink started to bark constantly, we took him back to the vets and
although he had lost lots of weight they could find nothing majorly wrong. In December the barking
became 24/7 and it was distressing to us all, the vet then told us Tink was having what can only be
called panic attacks and for this he was given tablets but the tablets made it so that Tink couldn't
walk and he started to have to drag himself to eat, this was soul destroying. We took Tink back to
the vets at the end of December and we stopped the tablets. Tink wasn't coping very well I was
scared he was my baby. January 1st 2007 I called the vet as Tink was so so distressed it was
heartbreaking, we were told to take him in the following evening. On January 2nd 2007 we took Tink
to see David the vet who told us Tink had developed cushings syndrome and he was in pain, I told him
I couldn't make the decsion to let him go so although I knew Tink could not see or hear I asked him
to give me a sign as to what to do and he lay down, he had made to choice for me. At 5.36pm my poor
dog was finally put to sleep, it was very quick and painless for him but heartbreaking for me. I
felt like part of me was missing. We had Tink cremated and kept his ashes and still I cant let him
go. He sleeps forever in my bedroom with me. My other dog will not go anywhere where Tink slept in
the kitchen.
REST IN PEACE LITTLE MAN YOU FILLED MY LIFE WITH JOY AND ALTHOUGH MY HEART WAS BROKEN I KNOW YOU
WERE FREE FROM PAIN BABY
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