Today marks a year since I lost my best friend, my soulmate, and my trouble buddy.
Tank was an amazing little dog. He loved to play with a sock that had a knot in the middle because it was his. He loved to lay in front of a roaring fire to warm his little body after a long day of playing. He loved cuddling with my grandfather that passed 5 years ago, curling up on his belly. Tank loved me, even when I was a rowdy 5 year old, because we were able to grow up together.
Sure, he got up on the dining room table when he wasn’t supposed to, but no animal is perfect.
He was 12 years old when he died on January 25th, 2020. His heart failed, but I believe he just couldn’t give out enough love to stay in this world any longer.
Tank, you were a blessing while you were with me. You were my rant buddy, my comfort cuddler, my carpool friend, and my bed hog for so long. I will forever be grateful for you, and I will always miss you.
Have fun chasing all the family dogs that were 10 times your size, my love. Enjoy being young again.