This week my friends had to put their dog to sleep (he was getting on in years, illness) and although I’m a cat person, dogs make me nervous since I was bit in the ass by my own dog in the early Eighties, I am sad to see Hank go. He was a very sweet and loyal dog. Like most mid-to-large dogs, he didn’t know his own strength or mass when he demonstrated how excited he was to meet you. What I am going to miss most of all is his ability to either sit in my lap or was he trying to push me out of what he considered his seat.
Farewell Hank, I’m glad you got to spend your final years with the Derrs and be loved.