We lost our beloved dog, Tank, on Jan. 2, 2015.

We gave him a good day, filled with belly rubs, hugs, and bacon, steak, and cheese.

It was sunny and lovely outside; we carried him around the neighborhood and let him sniff/pee at strategic locations.

The vet came to the house, and Tank died in our laps as the sun set; the sky was brilliant -- dark, dark layers and beams of colored light streaking up from the horizon.

We miss him terribly, and are grateful for the time we had with him.