HR Duckin’ Ducks Sir Hank
aka “The Machine”
March 1997 to January 24, 2009
My friend Hank… How do I even start to wrap up the ending of a life that… I know is still giving? Lessons learned from a yellow dog, pass thru my mind rapidly since yesterday. A young pup that entered into my world that instantly healed a hurting heart that was left behind from another pup – which had left me too early. Twelve years later that pain resurfaced… to a pain that seems to have been hiding in the shadows growing greater by the day…. until yesterday…. It exploded out.
I think to myself that I must be Childish to feel this way? It’s hard for me to breath if left alone with just my thoughts. I miss you! If only you could have seen me… I’m not sure you would have been too proud to have seen your master that you so loved… humbled to having to leave thru the backdoor of the vet’s office… And even now… a day later… tears just seep out… I know only time heals… I wish I could put into words exactly what you mean to me… I can’t… but the pain I feel is o.k. and I can bare it… and really I am proud to do so… because you no longer have too..
You were a once in a lifetime dog… that all dogs will be measured. To say that I loved you… just don’t seem to be enough…