Boss says I'm not doing any ramblings this month as we've had a tragic loss on the farm.

Instead Boss has asked me to put this dedication on for his little girl lost this month.

I just fed the pigs I look around, you’re not there. I look up the track seeking my Tink running to get to me. "Here Tink" and you were in at my feet, or when you felt brave jump up behind my seat and there you would perch and survey our world. You caught your first rat last week, we both know it was dead already but it doesn’t matter. My little dog, my special, special girl, there is a gaping hole in my heart now you are gone. You’re up with your Gran now but, like her, your life was to short, much too short. I miss you my special girl. You were mine from the day you were born, so tiny the smallest in the litter and you stayed small my precious girl. Your table trick on my lap and looking at Mum then up and across to her, breaking all the rules but we didn’t care. Your bright button eyes alert and full of love, where have you gone? We know that time will heal, with the pain getting easier as time goes by, but I miss you my special girl, my yoda, my Tink.