Sweet little Gioia was killed by a falling tree. A farmer was cutting the tree down and did not see her. It crushed her to death. It was so like her to be under foot like that. She just always wanted to be near people.
A little bit of my heart is broken. She and Max made the long winter bearable for me. Seeing her outside my door brought me instant joy, every single time. I will never forget her coming in and instantly falling asleep in front of the wood stove. Or how she would lick my neck when she would sit on my lap, or how she would nip at Max's ear when he would get on her nerves.
She had just been through this horrible first heat where the owners once again completely neglected her. I was so happy it had started to pass and was looking forward to being able to scoop her up again and give her treats.
The reason why we slept so well on Saturday night before Carnivale, why Max did not howl anymore was because she was already gone. It happened on Saturday afternoon. We just found out this morning. We were wondering where she was, but hoped that her owners had let her inside for a few days. Silly us.
Well, my little Tinkerbell, you surely gave more joy than you got in your very short life. Thank you for every single moment. We love you and will miss you terribly.