They say the kicks come when your down, and today we were well and truly flattened as we had to say goodbye to Harry. After being diagnosed with Lymphoma last Tuesday, Harry was back to his usual self over the weekend, in fact the pictures of him enjoying his bacon sandwich were on here. Yesterday though he took a turn for the worse, and this morning we knew our time with such a brave little soldier had come to an end. The vet confirmed our fears and King Harry slept away in the arms of the man he loved so much, Mike as I stroke his belly that was once so emaciated. Harry taught us so much in terms of the love that a dog can bring and give back, and like Gunnar and all the dogs we've lost before them, we were lucky to have them in our lives. Nobody else got to know the real Harry like Karen and Mike, and that is something they can both be very proud of.
As we try and pick ourselves up from this, we can only comfort ourselves with the happy thoughts of the time we all shared. The whole team has been very brave and I am proud of them all for carrying on professionally and giving all the other dogs the attention they deserve. The fight must go on, there are other Harry's and Gunnar's out there that needs us. Run free brave, brave boys.
