03/22/2024
Dear Barnyard Academy Families, it is with the saddest of hearts I write to let you know that Hank passed away this past Saturday. Just last week we were pretending that he was the Sun in the middle of our Solar System. We would always stretch toward the middle and touch Hank before yoga. And, he was so much a part of our classroom that if he was not seen circulating for dropped food at snack time the students would ask, "Where's Hank?" Hank was universally regarded by all to be uncommonly bright, clever, loving, loyal, devoted, emotional and possessing the most striking yellow eyes.
Hank joined our family 12 years ago this May. I picked him up from a shelter drop point at as gas station. I had agreed to adopt him sight unseen knowing he was riddled with heart worms. As he sat in the car next to me, with his piercing yellow eyes and crazy hair, I thought he looked like he was part lion or wolf. And I thought to myself, what have I gotten myself into. Little did I know over the course of the next 12 years he would grow into the legend he is.
Hank was a favorite amongst all 5 of my children and absolutely adored by all of our friends and family. Most importantly though, in his senior years, Barnyard Academy's most beloved mascot. Hank would patiently await the arrival of our students at the front door every day. And sometimes naughtily sneak out for a brief jaunt before coming back to rest on the circle time rug. Hank was even featured in his own book. A treasured gift from one of our school families.
Outside of school, Hank was tolerant of all of the shenanigans we get up to in our home. Whether it be a baby goat bugging him in his sleep. Or a duckling wandering the house, he never skipped a beat. When our goat Thumbelina was injured by dogs a few years ago and in distress Hank walked up to her and gently draped his paws over her side. Then he started to make fluttering sounds with his lips and vocalizations that sounded like crying. Several neighbors witnessed this and said they had never seen anything like it, and we all reckon we never will again. She later died of shock and it was clear that he was both comforting her, and grieving.
When I say he literally captured the heart of every visitor to grace our house there is no exaggeration. He was a once in a lifetime dog. And to say I am absolutely shattered is an understatement. Hank was between 14-15 years old yet had so much life left in his eyes. And he will be so very missed but most of all, by me. I'll miss looking into those eyes that once frightened me. And the intense knowing, almost human, stare that looked back at me. Hank, I love you. Love, Sam.
Attached you will find the last photo I took of Hank with one of our students. After that, chronological photos from the day I adopted him through the last 12 years. I will post one of my favorite videos of Hank in a separate post as well.