We've been here before, more than once. Even made our way home to Florida one time, crying as we drove, only to have the vet say when we got there, "Eh, I think we have more time." Han was tough like that. But the dog with nine lives finally decided it was time to move on.

He was the best boy. Funny, and silly, and ferocious, and sometimes (often) grumpy. But that was okay; he'd lived a harder life than most, so sometimes he needed to be grumpy. Blind from the day we got him, but with personality and attitude big enough to make up the difference. Heart and spirit much larger than the little body he'd been given.

We'll never forget his quirky gait and how his lack of vision led to moments of hilarity – walking into walls, walking into people and other dogs...falling into the pool. The way all four legs would leave the ground in a little hop when he barked, often facing the opposite direction from wherever the "danger" was. How he could scent out trouble – and the warm pile of clean laundry – no matter where it was.