Today I had to say goodbye to my childhood friend, Harley.
He came into my life when I was 6 years old. He was an awkward, dorky, playful little puppy.
He grew into a magnificent, gorgeous Rottweiler. He and I ran amok in the desert and got into trouble. When I was ten due to complicated family situations Harley went to live with another family member.
Fortunately, for the past 6 or so years he's lived right next door. I frequently took care of him.
He started declining about a year ago, but was still doing okay.
He was recently diagnosed with bone cancer, which is the same disease that took his sire.
Harley was a good dog. He was cuddly and protective and playful and adorable.
I got a phone call today that Jason was taking Harley in to the vets to euthanize him. He couldn't get up anymore.
I did get to say goodbye. He looked terrible in the backseat of Jason's truck. At the very least I was reassured it was definitely his time.
I told him he was a good dog, that I loved him so much, that I would miss him, that he was a wonderful friend, to have fun up there and asked him to wait for me.
I wish so much I had taken more pictures. I only have a few scans of bad disposable pictures and the few good pictures I have of him are on a removable flash drive that I can't find.
Rest in peace, boy. Thank you.
The most recent picture of him, with Millie.
He came into my life when I was 6 years old. He was an awkward, dorky, playful little puppy.
He grew into a magnificent, gorgeous Rottweiler. He and I ran amok in the desert and got into trouble. When I was ten due to complicated family situations Harley went to live with another family member.
Fortunately, for the past 6 or so years he's lived right next door. I frequently took care of him.
He started declining about a year ago, but was still doing okay.
He was recently diagnosed with bone cancer, which is the same disease that took his sire.
Harley was a good dog. He was cuddly and protective and playful and adorable.
I got a phone call today that Jason was taking Harley in to the vets to euthanize him. He couldn't get up anymore.
I did get to say goodbye. He looked terrible in the backseat of Jason's truck. At the very least I was reassured it was definitely his time.
I told him he was a good dog, that I loved him so much, that I would miss him, that he was a wonderful friend, to have fun up there and asked him to wait for me.
I wish so much I had taken more pictures. I only have a few scans of bad disposable pictures and the few good pictures I have of him are on a removable flash drive that I can't find.
Rest in peace, boy. Thank you.
The most recent picture of him, with Millie.