Oh, Tonka.
Izak put it so perfectly: He was a great Elvrum and one hell of a good dog.
I didn’t know that I’d be so sad about Tonka being put down today, but I sit here with tears in my eyes and my face moist from the ones that have already trickled down my cheeks.
Tonka was such a good dog.
When Sydney was a puppy she’d turbo all around him and he would spread out on the ground and bat her around, letting his body and puffy coat be a soft landing for all her energy.
Oh, Tonka, we’ll miss you.
He was always ready to greet us with a tail wag and a slow hop when we’d arrive at Camp Janet, no matter what hour it was.
I liked to think of Tonka as the grandpa of the Camp Janet dog crew, accompanying Sparky and Tag on their excursions to make sure that all goes well.
That Tonka, what an exceptional member of our family.
