We Love You, Hank Williams…

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Last Thursday, we put our beloved 14 year old pitbull, Hank Williams, to sleep. That morning, we went for a walk as a family — Mike, Hank, Dolly, and me — as the autumn leaves were starting to fall. We brought them home and gave Hank an extra-big meal. We cried, and cried, and cried some more. I covered his big head in as many lipstick kisses as I could, told him I loved him, and apologised for getting teardrops on his head. That was the last time I saw him.

This post is almost impossible to write. We have been crying every day, and taking Dolly everywhere with us. The house feels too quiet. I miss him so much: just little things like hearing him walk around, his sighs, the way he would snuggle up to me, and how he followed Mike like a shadow.

Hank brought our family together. Mike told me last night that Hank picked me: that he had never seen Hank take to anyone the way he took to me. Once we moved in together, Mike would go to work, and Hank and I would sit together on the couch all day, working. I was always cuddling him and kissing him. And it was Hank that found Dolly, too: the three of us were on a walk when we walked past Dolly in a crate on the street. Hank instantly accepted her, and we knew we had to bring her into our family.

I can’t really say anything else right now. The pain is so massive. If you’ve ever loved and lost, I know you’re right there with me.

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This is back when Hank and I first met. I didn’t really have my own space to work, so we would hang out on the couch all day. It’s tricky to type with a pitbull’s head in your lap, but I loved every minute of it.

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Always comfortable.

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These photos are making me bawl. I would give anything to be able to do this to him one more time.

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I think this was our first Thanksgiving. Mike made a pie out of the leftover turkey… And of course, Hank was an attentive audience.

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Even though he already had his own set of ears, Hank was amazingly patient and understanding whenever I tried to add anything extra.

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Hank’s kisses were my favourite kisses.

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I loved his little smoosh face.

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When we brought Dolly home for the first time, we were a little worried about how they’d get on. We needn’t have been concerned. 90% of the time, they looked like this.

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Or like this.

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Walking the dogs through Tompkins Square Park on my birthday.

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His head was so big it fit a human-sized helmet! I loved him in his little hoodie. What a babe.

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Give a pitbull some rope and he’ll be happy for hours.

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A Hank and Dolly pile-up, otherwise known as, exactly where I always want to be.

I’m trying my best not to be an emotional wreck. But it’s really fucking hard. There is an enormous piece of my heart missing, and I know it can never be replaced.

I hope that he is in a good place now, full of rope to chew on, and naps to take. I hope he knows how loved he is. I hope he knew he was my baby, and will be forever. I love him so, so much.

Ever,

Here are a few posts featuring Hank: Happy Birthday Hank Williams, And Introducing Dolly Darling! Puppy Love And Bunny Hops: 10 Reasons Why You Should Adopt A Rescue Animal Snow Storm!

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