TJ has crossed the Rainbow Bridge.  I came out this morning to find that he had passed sometime in the night.  There were no marks on the ground to indicate he had thrashed around........nothing.
I saw that he was lying down and went over to see why he was being such a lazy bones this morning.  As I approached, his pal Melvin was standing off to the side just looking at me.  I called TJ's name and did not see his ears move and as I got closer I couldn't see his ribs rising and falling with breath. He apparently left us sometime during the night.
Farewell Dear boy.  You were such a comical old man and easy to be around.  Volunteers loved to groom you almost as much as you liked being groomed/fussed over.  We will really miss your smiling face and twinkling eyes.
A note from Bonnie who spent hours riding and working with this wonderful boy before he came to TIER:
Rest In Peace My Dear TJ. You will always hold a special place in my heart. I loved you, you, ornery butthead. Everyone that met you adored you even though you were a butthead. Despite your cushings, you proved even short, fat, old men can still haul ass if the mood struck you. I always held out hope I would bring you home again. Rest now buddy. Enjoy all those peppermints and apples up over the rainbow bridge, you deserve them. Thank you to my sister, Kristy for saving him from an uncertain future and to TIER for giving him a blessed last year of his life.