Hank went to cemeteries with me. At first I didn’t want him to go; I thought he would make his mark everywhere. One Sunday I took him to Sunnyslope to test him out. I was shocked, he was the perfect gentleman. Not once did he do anything inappropriate. Boy, did he love that walk. We walked everywhere, including the potter’s field. I wished I’d taken pictures but I didn’t want evidence then. After that we always went together.
We buried Hank in our way back, we call it the secret garden, but it really isn’t secret. He loved to lie near the walnut tree. I couldn’t bear to have him at a pet cemetery, that is much too sad. Hank would want to be here around all the action. And I can go out to the garden and finish reading the book we were reading, Dog On It.
Live on, Hank E. Baby!!!