The night before Tinkerbelle died, when I went to feed her, I put her food in her bowl as usual; she went and looked at it, took a bite and walked away from her food. Because she was the smallest cat, Copper, Callie and Benj never let her have a lot of food, so I had to feed her alone, on top of the workbench just outside the basement door. I was inside feeding my two inside cats Fluffy and Scooter, when I saw Tink fall off the workbench. She landed on her feet, but when she landed her side hit the ground. I ran out to see if she was ok, I knelt down a few inches away from her, and she was about to climb into my lap, but I wanted to make sure she was ok and she could walk, so I took a few steps back and knelt down. Tink didn’t come; she looked
