Tank
Date of Passing: 08/23/2024
Message to Tank: There are no words to express how empty our world feels without you in it. No one sleeping at the foot of the stairs waiting for us to come down each morning. No one sitting at the front door, ready for an early-morning walk, or waiting patiently at the garage door, welcoming us home from work. No one barking at the boats from the back deck or chasing bunnies out front. No one staring longingly at the treat cabinet or getting under our feet while cooking. No one sitting on our feet, keeping them warm while we relax on the couch, or snoozing away in front of a fire as the days get colder.
All the little things that made you, you and made our world complete are missing from our days. The house is empty without you. The world is empty without you. Our hearts are empty without you. You were the absolute best boy. We miss you fiercely, Tank, and we will never stop loving you.
Tell us about Tank: We talked about getting a dog for 10 years, and we always talked ourselves out of it. Finally, in January, 2019, we could no longer talk ourselves out of it. As cliche as it sounds, Tank chose us. Out of this gigantic shelter in South Florida, he was the only dog who made it clear that he wanted to be taken home! Once he was in our lives, we would ask ourselves why we waited so long to get a dog. But it was clear that we waited as long as we did because we needed our dog to be Tank, and Tank needed his people to be us. It all happened at just the right moment.
Tank was his dad’s playmate and his mom’s shadow. He was a loyal protector, and he’d let out a deep, mean Rottweiler bark when the situation called for it. But mostly, he was just a big lover. He wanted to be near his family all the time. He wasn’t a huge snuggler, but he wanted constant butt scratches and belly rubs. If he wasn’t getting enough of either of those, he’d let you know it! His mom used to tell him she was worried she was going to rub his belly right off!
Tank was also an absolute food fiend. He begged constantly, and, after maybe a year of being really strict about not giving him table food, we decided to just give up on that endeavor. Tank knew where his treats were kept, and he’d sometimes just sit by “his” cabinet and wait for someone to come by and open it up for him. He had the puppy eyes perfected, and if that didn’t work, he’d raise his paw. It was impossible to resist him. He simply stole our hearts, moment-after-moment, day-after-day.