We lost a best friend last night. Actually, even more than a best friend . . . part of our family. We picked up sweet Harry as a bouncing pup over 13 years ago at Logan Airport in Boston. It was the day after my husband and I had returned from our honeymoon, and from that day on, life with happy Harry began.
Harry was a true dog through and through . . . loved to play, loved to eat, loved to go on walks (especially the beach) and loved his family. He was here when we brought all 3 of our kids home from the hospital, and has watched them all grow. He has also been here when we brought home 2 more pups for him to play with . . . first our Newfie, Daffodil, and then our rescue hound, Tennessee. Such a good “big brother”.
He loved them all . . . and, oh, how we loved him. His big round head, playful spirit, and quick wagging tail filled this house with such great energy. Energy that was sometimes out of control . . . he did love to stir up some trouble! Snatching our kids toys, sneaking out of the yard, and running in circles . . . but, wow, did he have fun. Everyday was an adventure for Harry.
What a funny dog. How I will miss his infectious enthusiasm. How I will also miss those soulful eyes, and the way he would follow me around the house . . . always keeping watch over me. So loyal to the end.
My only solace is that I know he is still watching over me, just from afar. It’s so hard not to see him, but I know he is there. Rest easy, Harry . . . you were such a good guy.