Story

Hello everybody my name is “Tinkerbell “and I have cancer. I am only 5. I have had chemotherapy. But I need just a little more.
My Name
Most people laugh at my name because they think it doesn’t suit me because I look like a big angry dog, but I can promise you it really does suit me. I am gentle and kind and devoted to my human mum my family and my doggy friends.
My Mum
Mum calls me her baby girl. She is my best friend, and has given me an amazing life full of love. My aunty Julie says I am something called spoiled, she calls me tinky, sometimes tinky winky even rinky tinky, but I don’t mind because I love them. They are my family.
Secrets
My aunty Julie who is my vet chauffeur has helped me to write this in secret from my mum, just in case it doesn't help, and she is devastated all over again. I am asking for help, because you see my mum is desperate to spend as much time with me as possible, but she JUST cant. Because I have cancer and I absolutely need some human help. My mum cant even say the word cancer, she calls it C.
I Almost Made It - My Treatment
It’s very simple, ........... why mum JUST cant, because she simply doesn’t have many more pennies for any more of that chemo stuff. It costs so much, a dog could buy thousands of treats instead. Even the pet insurers wont cover it. The vet hoped that I would go into remission after what they call a course of chemo, and boy did I do well, the vet Hannah was well impressed with me. Ive had a full course, sometimes in tablets which I swallowed whole no messing like a good girl, and sometimes by a big needle in my leg, which I had with pleasure. I even wag my tail at my vet. At first I was a little poorly, but after a few times I got stronger and stronger. I didn't even mind going, because I think I knew they where making me better, plus aunty Julie always brought treats on the way home. I had to stay in for a day every time. Once the course was completed my mum was so happy and so relieved. My whole family began to breath a little easier. After 3 months I had to go back and just last week I found out that I didn't quite make it. Just a little more …………. I needed just a little more.
Money Makes The World Go Round
Like everything in this-- crazy human world, if you can’t pay you can’t have it. I don’t quite understand that side of it it but I do know that if mum could keep me alive for ever she would in a heartbeat, and would give everything that she had to do so. My mum has a broken heart and I keep hearing her say it’s because I’m only very young and that the whole thing is just about money, and she keeps saying it’s not fair and its not my time. If it was just a case of .. nothing more can be done, I think it would be about acceptance, mum accepting that it was my time. But more can be done, I just need more pennies. In human years I’m only 35, and I’ve got so much more life to live.
Bubble Baths Are My Life
I’ve got so many things that I like to do, but I bet nobody can guess what my favourite is? Nobody would ever guess, well I will tell you, I love a bubble bath, yes most of my friends run away when the word bath is mentioned. Not me, I love it, and will try to get in with anybody who is in there, I’m not fussy. I often sit at the side of the bath hoping someone will fill it for me, and please don’t tell but sometimes I get in and it was someone else’s bath whoops!!. OH lovely soapy baths filled with bubbles,my idea of doggie heaven. My mum buys me some shampoo stuff called black satin, and it makes me look and smell like a beauty queen. See the shiny curls on my back, that’s the black satin working its magic.
Just A Little Bit More
My aunty Julie says that we all need a little help sometimes, and that there are a lot of good and kind people in this world, so would you?, could you? just maybe give a little, because it will all add up and make it that maybe, just maybe, I could live longer, once this C goes into remission. I think they like me at my vets, because they have seen me quite a bit, and the nurses tell my mum that I am such a good girl. I even sit with the reception lady sometimes under her desk, and don’t tell anybody but Hannah my vet calls me tinks when she thinks nobody is listening.
My cancer is quite aggressive and although there are no outward signs of it, there will be soon, the quicker I get the chemo,the better.
Thank you for listening. Love and cherish your furry family everyday, and always kiss them goodnight.

Just a little bit more please ………………………. for Tinks. ( Image -Tinker bell when well )