Three days after losing Gunnar, and a year ago today, we lost
Harry to the horrendous cancer, Lymphoma. Harry was picked up by the dog
wardens and was so skinny he couldn’t stand. Despite being so frail he had the deepest bark ever, and used to bark in disgust every time you got that camera out. SHAK gave him a chance, and my
sister and her partner gave him a place to build himself up. That he did, and
we honestly thought we’d turned him around. His last days were so happy,
contented and fulfilled, but cancer is something we can’t beat in a fight.
I feel lucky to have played a part in the lives of these two dogs,
too of provided light at the end of their tunnels, and they both taught me and
the SHAK team so much.