Today we said goodbye to our fur-less baby Hank.
We only had Hank for a short amount of time, but anyone with a pet will understand the love you have for them as soon as you bring them home and the love they give you in return.
Hank was diagnosed with an illness (FIP) at only five months of age and we did every thing we could to give him the best little life. I’m going to miss the weird feel of his skin, being woken up at all hours of the night by him walking on my face and sharing chicken nuggets together.
Losing a pet is a stab in the heart. Life is so unfair sometimes, but I know he’s crossing the rainbow bridge and is in Kitty heaven now.
RIP Hank, spank, hanky-doodle, spa Karoo your, Hank the tank, I love you.
Alexa and Warrick.
