
My dearest Trinket. I was only lucky enough to know her for 2 1/2 short years. I was just doing a favor for Arda by pulling this old doberwoman out of Detroit AC, but when I saw her, there was no way she was going anywhere. The tips of her ears were frostbitten off, she was very underweight, and worst of all, her mouth was infected with open abcesses. My vet said she had the mouth of a neglected 14 yr old dog. She came to my home and walked right in past the cat and to my walk-in closet and went to sleep for about 12 hours straight. When she finally emerged, she went outside and got aquainted with her new yard. She even followed me into our rabbit pen and layed down in the warm straw with the bunnies hopping around her. Trinket was long overdue on a lot of things and she was taking what was owed to her. She ate what she wanted, napped on my bed, and always rode in the front seat. She hated cameras, strangers, and flashlights. She was such a quirky little dog that needed to have things her way, but never questioned authority whether it came from me or a child.
Trinket's vision was failing, as well as her mind. She would circle the perimeter of the house continually until she was interupted by my voice. Right before Christmas, she developed a spontaneous bleed from her nose and mouth that required vet intervention. It was decided that she probably had a tumor up there somewhere. About 3 weeks ago, she stopped eating. Not even the best human food tempted her toward the end. I selfishly kept her with me longer than I probably should have, but I loved her and wanted her to have more time in a loving family. After all, she had so much to make up for.
I will miss you Trink, and so will your kids. Clare has been asking for you. She bends Chyna's ears down and says "look, it's Trinket!". Run free my doberlady....I'll see you again someday.
The Allen Family