Hank

a poem written by daughter in memory of Hank
- died Tuesday March 2, 1999

There's something special about Hank
I don't know what it could be
But every time I see him
He wags his tail with glee
Even though he is old and grey
And won't be around much longer
Every day I spend with Hank
Is one that I remember

But now it's time to say goodbye
To my one true little friend
Because every life somewhere has to end