Hank was a border Terrier. He was 16 when he died. I have had him all my life, and it is weird not having him around. It will be our first Christmas without him. Everyone liked hank, even our barn cats liked him. They would nuzzle him, and play with him. Once he jumped up on our table and ate all of our steak, Needless to say my dad was mad. He would go on “adventures” most of the time we let him out, so my dad built a zip line-leash thing so he didn’t run off, and how it’s just all tangled and frozen. There are lots of good memories with Hank, and he will be missed terribly.