Today would have been Hank’s 13th birthday. He was my unfailing shadow. The grief of his loss feels like losing a limb. That may sound eccentric, but it's the only way to describe no longer having him here. His ever present chocolate cookie eyes were always following me, always looking up to see what I was doing, always wanting to be in the same room, always asking to sit on my lap. I was lucky enough to be owned by the best little circular butterball a girl could ever ask for. I will forever be glancing down to see if our eyes meet.
Mighty Hank, your family misses your barks that sounded like they came from a much larger dog. We miss waking up to your morning army crawls. We miss your precision-accurate kisses that somehow always managed to land squarely on our mouths. We miss the long walks where you had to closely inspect every flower, blade of grass and bush. We miss watching you protect your little brother whenever a stranger dog got too close. We miss supplying you with our day-old worn socks that you collected as currency. We miss carrying you to bed after a hard day of defending House Cormier.
We love you deeply and miss you immensely, our noble knight. Our best boy. ❤️
Two makes a pirate crew 🏴☠️ Thanks for putting up with me and making me pancakes when I'm sad. You are my rock and wouldn't change you for world. (Please put your used laundry in the hamper) #happyanniversary #14longassyears #furbabiesdaddy
