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Hank came into our lives to open our hearts.  Not just specifically ours, but everyone who ever met him knew he was true love.  We miss him very much.  We miss the way he cried himself to sleep at night because he didn't like to sleep in his crate.  We miss him biting at our heels and tearing up his toy "Pink Floyd."  We miss his wiggy but and the way he would dig in the rabbit hole!  We miss our muddy puppy when he would dig in his dig box.  We miss the sweet kisses and puppy breath (puppy breath is the best)!  We will never forget our sweet boy Hank.
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Handsome Hank!
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Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of birds in flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...

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