RIP, Tank
We said goodbye to our angel yesterday.
Tank took a turn for the worse yesterday morning. I knew it was his time. He probably would've died on his own the next day but we didn't want him to suffer. He meant too much to us for that.
We adopted him ten and half years ago from a rescue group. He was a lanky two-year old with a head too big for his body. Oh, but how we grew to love him. You couldn't help but fall in love with him.
Although his very appearance could scare the bejeebers out of you when you first encounter him, he was the sweetest, kindest, and most compassionate soul you could ever meet.
He was first and always Greg's boy. I'm so glad he hung on until Greg retired. They had many plans for midday naps and raiding the pantry for snacks. I wish they could've done more of that.
It's eerily quiet at my house. Tank was the quiet one but for some reason all the other dogs have suddenly gone silent. No one is barking or rabble-rousing. Each of them have taken turns sleeping on Tank's bed, even Nana, who prefers to nap from the high perch of the couch.
It's as if they're grieving too, or maybe they're sensing our immense sadness. It's hard for me to even grasp the words to describe our heartache.
Tank was the best of dogs and he's left a giant hole in our hearts. He lived far longer than anyone expected despite being riddled by tumors and severe arthritis. A trooper to the end. Happy until the end.
Rest now, my baby, and wait for us.
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| One last smile for his daddy. |
Tank took a turn for the worse yesterday morning. I knew it was his time. He probably would've died on his own the next day but we didn't want him to suffer. He meant too much to us for that.
We adopted him ten and half years ago from a rescue group. He was a lanky two-year old with a head too big for his body. Oh, but how we grew to love him. You couldn't help but fall in love with him.
Although his very appearance could scare the bejeebers out of you when you first encounter him, he was the sweetest, kindest, and most compassionate soul you could ever meet.
He was first and always Greg's boy. I'm so glad he hung on until Greg retired. They had many plans for midday naps and raiding the pantry for snacks. I wish they could've done more of that.
It's eerily quiet at my house. Tank was the quiet one but for some reason all the other dogs have suddenly gone silent. No one is barking or rabble-rousing. Each of them have taken turns sleeping on Tank's bed, even Nana, who prefers to nap from the high perch of the couch.
It's as if they're grieving too, or maybe they're sensing our immense sadness. It's hard for me to even grasp the words to describe our heartache.
Tank was the best of dogs and he's left a giant hole in our hearts. He lived far longer than anyone expected despite being riddled by tumors and severe arthritis. A trooper to the end. Happy until the end.
Rest now, my baby, and wait for us.
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| Everyone is keeping vigil with Tank until it's time for us to go to the vet. |
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M~
I am standing on the seashore-
A ship spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean-
She is an object of beauty and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky meet to mingle with each other-
Then someone at my side says, "There! She's Gone!"
Gone where? Gone from my sight that's all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my sight, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination-
Her diminished size is in me-
not her-
And just at that moment when someone at my side says, "There! She's Gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices take up the glad shout, "There she comes!"
And that is dying.
I wish I had met him. I know he was spectacular. I'll be keeping all of you in my thoughts
Lucy, Gracie and Molly send you love.
There are no words
:(
God bless
Having had a chance to experience Tank's awesomeness first-hand, I am saddened by the news of his passing. Tank was a brawny beauty with a heart of gold. He will be missed.
RIP, Tank. Run free, big fella. x
((Hugs))
May the good, and many, memories comfort you all.
As you can imagine, we're still struggling to cope.
I am so very sorry for your loss.
As we know, all dogs go to Heaven because dog spelled backwards is God, and there he will be free to run with the other dogs and chase rabbits and balls and run along the beach and always have cool spring water to drink and lovely fluffy clouds to sleep on. His love for you and your love for him will never die.
I never met him, but I know he was a wonderful dog.
All I can say is be strong, Tank will never be far from you both. Always x