Tink had a good death. As uncomfortable as she clearly was in her last days, she persevered with her characteristic poise and quiet dignity. I was too sad to write anything about it a month ago, and I still miss her as much as I miss her sister Zeugma. Their pictures were the first two pictures on this blog. Here are some more.
That last picture is on her last day, tired and thin, on her heating pad where she had a view of the birds in the back yard.
You were the brave and quiet one. I hope I gave you as many good days as you gave me. Go in peace, dear friend.