The cancer finally won, and my Mom and brother finally had to put my Dad's dog, Harley, to sleep yesterday. Harley was a beautiful black lab, with one of the sweetest dispositions of any dog I've ever known. She was an old soul from the beginning; I remember watching her sleep--seemingly constantly--when she was just a couple of years old and thinking that if you didn't know better you'd think she was a senior citizen. With her lazy, easygoing personality, she always, always had a wag of her tail to greet you, and would quickly roll over to beg for a belly rub.
Harley loved everyone, but she definitely was my Dad's dog and had a special bond with him. Wherever they are, I hope they are together.
4 comments:
Awww that's so sad. My mom had a sweet little dog that she got when I was 12 and that dog lived until I was 32. Cancer finally beat her too and I was the one who took her in. Worst day of my life. Hugs to you and your family. Sweet Harley.
Poor Harley.
Oh, losing a pet is just so hard. Condolences.
I'm so sorry. I know the pain of losing a dear pet. RIP Harley.
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