Dave 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.