One Year

It's been a hard year, filled with school, moves and friendships. Last year, our sweet puppy, Hank, would have just gotten home from the vet. Less than two hours later, his life would end. After a surgery to remove a tumor that the vet was afraid was more than a fatty tumor, Hank had a seizure and died on the way to the urgent care vet. It was the hardest thing I've experienced, other than moving away from home, and was still hurting four months later. In March, I was having such a hard time I had to ask Mamma to pray for me. It felt like it was too easy; I wasn't missing him enough. 

We miss you, Hank! You're still Our Sweet, Sweet, Puppy!