A sad goodbye to our little Tankie dog – our best running buddy

LP1010612Dave and I are heartbroken – we unexpectedly lost our little dog Tank today. I had the dogs out to the ravine by our house. Tank heard a deer in the bush and chased it. I could hear them moving through the bush and I tried to follow, while hanging on to Xhosa.

The deer emerged from the bush and ran across 10th Ave. Tank followed, full speed, and was run over.

It’s going to be so different for us, here at home and out on the trails. He really was a special little dog, so much energy and personality and enthusiasm for everything. And smart. I never thought I would ever even like a little dog, but Tankie turned me around.

Xhosa totally understands that he is gone. She saw it happen, and she saw me carry him home. She is really sad, too, and she is not looking around for him, she knows he’s not coming back.

My only small consolation is that he was killed instantly. He didn’t suffer. The last emotion he experienced was joy: the exhilaration of the chase. The final thought in his head was about getting that deer.

Bye little guy, we’ll miss you.

With his best bud Xhosa - ears flapping crazily in the wind.

With his best bud Xhosa, the day before her surgery – Tank’s ears flapping crazily in the wind.

Waiting for dad to come home.

Waiting for dad to come home.

Sun dogs.

Sun dogs.

Not thrilled with his Santa hat.

Not thrilled with his Santa hat.

Diabolical dog... up for chasing anything.

Diabolical dog… up for chasing anything.

But a cuddly little guy at home.

But a cuddly little guy at home.

Tankie in his element. The rougher and longer the trail, the better.

Tankie in his element. The rougher and longer the trail, the better.

Hot dog. Needs dad to carry him.

Hot dog. Needs dad to carry him.

Scared of thunder.

Scared of thunder.

One last stop to smell the flowers.

Smelling the flowers.

His jacket... which he eventually lost on a different deer chase through the bush.

His jacket… which he eventually lost on a different deer chase through the bush.

Freshly shaved.

Freshly shaved.

Playing with Xhosa, who is 10x his weight, was a nightly ritual.

Playing with Xhosa, who is 10 times his weight, was a nightly ritual.

Defiantly chewing what is definitely not his bone.

Defiantly chewing what is definitely not his bone.

The dogs know they've done bad... chewing my binoculars.

The dogs know they’ve done bad… chewing my binoculars.

Tank's naughty spot.

Tank’s naughty spot.

Tank's sympath bandage... so he can be just like Xhosa.

Tank’s sympathy bandage… so he can be just like Xhosa.

Our good little guy...

Our good little guy…

Xhosa already misses her best little buddy.

Xhosa already misses her best little buddy.

The dog bed is already lonely without him.

The dog bed is lonely without him (hogging it).

Our hike, last week, checking out the wildflowers.

Our hike, last week, checking out the wildflowers. He had a good life.

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Family portrait, last fall

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  1. #1 by jackie shearer on June 9, 2014 - 10:45 pm

    I work with Dave. I have seen and followed your trails. These little dogs, I have 3, have a big heart and you grab hold. So sorry for your loss. :((

    • #2 by Jacqueline Windh on June 9, 2014 - 10:58 pm

      Thanks Jackie. Yup, we are pretty broken up about it. I’m not looking forward to waking up tomorrow morning and remembering he is no longer here… Thanks for your kind thoughts.

  2. #3 by rundavejames on June 10, 2014 - 5:38 am

    Sorry to hear about your loss

    • #4 by Jacqueline Windh on June 10, 2014 - 7:21 am

      Thanks Dave. Yeah, I am crushed… he was the real runner in the family, would do three times the distance of any of us with all the back and forth and chases through the bush. He should have had a lot more years ahead.

  3. #5 by Laurel Windover on June 11, 2014 - 11:54 am

    Oh my goodness. I just stumbled on your blog and what a beautiful boy Tank was. The photos of him are just gorgeous. I have a spunky Terrier very similiar to Tank and I know how deeply they can enter your heart. My sympathy and thoughts are with you and know that you gave Tank just the life he wanted, running free through the forest with his best dog friend xo

    • #6 by Jacqueline Windh on June 11, 2014 - 12:10 pm

      Thanks Laurel. Yup, he was spunky. He was always in the middle of everything, and his absence now is overwhelming. I am nowhere near getting used to him being gone yet. Thanks for your kind words. That is my only comfort, that he had such a great life, right to the very last second.

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