Tank

Don Tanque • Mr Tank • Tankie Bobo • El Baboso Tank was strong even when his body grew tired, loyal even when life got complicated. For so many years, he was woven into our routines, our noise, our quiet moments, and our joy. He made us laugh, he made us shake our heads, and he made our home feel full. Our late Grandma’s names for him “Tankie Bobo and El Baboso”, became part of his identity, proof of how deeply he was loved by all of us. His nicknames carry his spirit: tough, goofy, sweet, a little messy and perfectly himself. We’ll remember the way he followed us around stepping on our feet with all your weight. The way he snored unbearably loud. The way his drool would end up everywhere, no matter how careful you tried to be. We’ll remember how strong he was at the end, literally a “Tank”. He let us carry him at the end when he couldn’t walk. He slept comfortable knowing he was surrounded by his family. Tank, thank you for every year, every memory, and every piece of love you gave us. You were a good boy. Our boy. We’ll carry you with us always. Rest easy, Tankie Bobo. We love you

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