Some may think posting a "remembrance" post about a dog is a little silly. Some may be thinking "it's just a dog." So I am making the recommendation that those skip this post and move on. Have a great day!
"Just a dog" has to be something only people who have never owned and taken care of a dog would say. To those of us who have seen and understand what pets bring to our lives, they are more that "just a dog" and deserve to be treated as such.

1 year ago today, my family and I lost one of the best friends we've ever had. 6 years before that we adopted a little furball of a puppy that was buried under his brother's and sister's and he instantly became a part of our family. He reeked of kennel and dog urine but we took him home and gave him a bath and named him, Harley. Harley was a fantastic dog. So well behaved and about as laid back as can be. He loved plush toys, beef jerky, giving high fives and bear hugs. He was about as snuggly as dogs come with all that thick black fur. His favorite place to be was with you, always by your side and truly man's best friend. Harley was a lazy dog, wouldn't fetch for the life of him unless he was retrieving something out of the water. That was the only time he wasn't lazy, water. He was a great swimmer and would swim for hours. There were times we ended up putting a life jacket on him because he just wouldn't get out of the water and was getting so tired his fluffy butt started to sink but he just kept swimming. He enjoyed riding in the kayak on the lake and would just cruise right along. I loved this dog and the day we lost him was one of the hardest of my life.
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| Giving a High Five |
December 21, 2010 was a terrible day. My mom called me at work in the morning to tell me that Harley had been hit by a car early in the morning. Harley is our family dog, we got him shortly after the loss of our Golden Retriever Molly. When my sister got married in August of that year, she took Harley with her to live with her and her new husband. All I could think was my poor baby. They rushed him to the vet and then brought him up to an ortho specialist at the Ohio State Veterinary Hospital, his left hip and pelvis had been completely shattered. My sister and her husband decided to go forth with the very pricey surgery to try to repair the damage in our bubby. That night, before we left the vet hospital, even though he was doped up on pain meds Harley still looked at us and gave us his infamous high five. We had so much hope that he was going to be ok.
Surgery was scheduled to happen early the next morning on December 22 and we were instructed to wait for a call from the surgeon. Sadly, we received heart breaking news instead of the good news we were hoping for when she did. We were told it was unlikely that Harley would make it. It's hard to describe how absolutely devastating those words were to hear. After more x-rays and blood tests, new injuries had surfaced and the surgeon was expressing concern about Harley's quality of life and his ability to recover. I was desperately trying to keep my self calm which seemed impossible but it was important, I was almost 6 months pregnant at the time. We had a tough decision to make. We decided not to go through with surgery, through the tears and heartbreak, on December 22, 2010 we said good bye to Harley for the last time.
I miss that mutt every day. There was just something about that pound puppy that made your heart a happy heart. Rest in peace bubby, I love you.