A day to say good bye

I have a knot in the pit of my stomach and it hurts… Tanker was Tasha’s moms dog. She cared for that dog like a child. He got more respect then Tasha did sometimes. He was the family favorite and he got treated like a king. Yesterday I get a call from Tasha asking me if I’m setting down because she has some bad news. I thought it was about her dad because his been diagnosed with cancer.  She told me that Tanker past away from complications in his stomach. He was rolling around and his stomach got twisted. The toxicants’ put him to sleep and he never woke up…
She was telling me that she was holding his body before they took him to get cream made. And she just wanted him to get up and give him a cookie.
It gives me the chills knowing his gone! I’m still in so much shock and I can’t do anything.  I love this family and it’s so hard seeing them keep having crises after crises. There so broken that it’s hard to see where all the pieces fit any more. All I can do is love and be there for them.
I love you Tanker and I will miss your excitement to see me :)You wouldn’t calm down tell you got a cookie :)Such a great dog and very much loved.