Last Saturday, I had to say good-bye to my lil buddy, Hank. His heart was failing, and there was nothing I could do. The vet did give me options, but it was all either guesswork or hook him up to a machine... and I wasn't gonna do that, I couldn't bare to let him suffer. It was the hardest choice I've ever had to make in my whole life, but I had to make it for him.
He was my lil buddy, I raised him since he was just old enough to adopt. 10 great years we had together. He could be a bit of a turd, sometimes, he loved causing mischief, but he was still so sweet.
Wherever you are, Hank, I hope you're able to continue being mischievous and happy. Chasing squirrels like you loved doing, maybe barking up a storm with other dogs. I hope to see you again, one day, but for now may you Rest in Peace.
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So, I'm arachnophobic, but Hank's favorite toy was a purple plush spider that my mom bought one October several years ago, and it just didn't feel right not including it.
