Meet Hank, the slightly hairier one on the left. Hank, is my good friend Brian's bull mastiff that had to take the long nap this past week. Being the animal lovers that we are, we were deeply saddened to hear about our good boy being put to sleep. Hank was suffering from fluid gathering in his lungs, that even after being drained were refilling too quickly for him to be comfortable.
One of my favorite things I ever learned about Hank was that he would dig up Brian's mom's flower beds, and decorate his dog house with the flowers ( what a romantic)... and his gentle giant nature of playing nicely with the little dogs, even though Lucy never really gave him a chance.It's always hard to lose your pet, a friend who loves you faithfully and unconditionally- even if sometimes you only feel it's because you can reach the treats on top of the fridge.Our family had a german shepard mix, Ryka, for 15 years. She was truly my mother's dog, but we all loved her. My sister and I would fight over who got to sleep with her, which was ultimatley a bad decision because she would sprawl out and give you the most uncomfortable nights sleep. Ryka was a given to us when our family was stationed in Germany, and we knew she immediatley belonged with us when within the first 10 minutes of being in the car- she farted. And somehow she was instantly sealed into our hearts, it's funny how the little idiosyncrasies are what last the longest.
After hearing about Hank, and reminiscing about Ryka, I appreciated coming home to my 15 lb porker that much more- and this morning when she woke me up at 3AM to go potty, I wasn't nearly as annoyed as I usually am.
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