My heart is broken but it will mend;
for today I lost a very dear friend.

Giant and vicious some would say;
we knew Tank in a different way.

Protective and strong and under foot;
never to budge like an old tree root!

A gentle old giant whose life was cut short,
love chasing basketballs like a new sport.

Guarding the high chair for tasty treats,
moving the talbe was no feat.

Watching my boys was a chore he loved;
now he'll be watching them from above.

One does not question, one does not know,
there over the Rainbow Bridge my Tankie did go.

A ruptured spleen was his sad end,
But today, God received a loyal friend.

Rest in Peace Tank,
Momma