Harley~ April 2004- Jan 24, 2011
Harley was born in GA in April 2004. I was single and in the military. I had just lost my last boxer, Duke, a month or so before and I admit it left a hole that Harley worked to fill.
Harley was a terror to have. I don't think his years as a "good dog" ever equaled out the years he was a "bad dog"..
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When he first met my husband, things didn't go well. He ate my husband's deceased father's hat. I think it was a territorial thing.
Harley was there protecting me through my first pregnancy. He cuddled on my tummy and loved my son the day we brought him home. Nikolaus could crawl all over him, pull his ears, poke his eyes.. you name it.
When my second one came along Harley was there. We spent hours on the farm, Harley never ran, he frolicked. his floppy ears in the wind. I would like to think that is what he is doing now..
Harley got sick in December. I noticed he wasn't eating as much as before and was sleeping a lot. I took him in to the vet and they saw he was backed up so they gave him an enema. we all laughed because he was like a new dog after that! I thought we dodged a bullet. But a few weeks later he didn't seem much better. I can't remember now how many trips we made to the vet, how many x-rays he got or how many tests they ran. Everything came back that his WBC was really high. Harley lost 10lbs in a month. Saturday before last I took him back in to see the vet. They did more x-rays and thought they saw masses. They scheduled surgery to see if there was anything they could find. I thought I would lose him last week. I was so sad. They called me and said they didn't find anything. Me being naive thought that was really really good new. I remember feeling so blessed that God answered my prayers. They stitched him up and sent him home. He was SO happy to come home!
This past week he never got better and yesterday took a turn for the worse. He stopped eating and would tense up when you went to pet him (instead of his normal tail/butt wag). I slept with him on the couch last night and didn't think he would make it through the night. His legs were getting told, his mouth was cold, his tongue was cold (he licked my tears). I just looked at him and spent time with him and knew, as much as it hurt me, this was it.
I got my kids around him and we all laid with him and pet him. I took pictures of our good-bye.
I know I did the right thing, but it hurts. The house seems empty and I can't help but to keep looking where he was always sleeping, these last few months especially, and expecting him to be there. I wonder what he is doing. Is he happy? Is he okay? Does he miss us? I can't stop crying. This just sucks.
When I figure out how to post pics I'll post.
Harley was born in GA in April 2004. I was single and in the military. I had just lost my last boxer, Duke, a month or so before and I admit it left a hole that Harley worked to fill.
Harley was a terror to have. I don't think his years as a "good dog" ever equaled out the years he was a "bad dog"..
. When he first met my husband, things didn't go well. He ate my husband's deceased father's hat. I think it was a territorial thing.
Harley was there protecting me through my first pregnancy. He cuddled on my tummy and loved my son the day we brought him home. Nikolaus could crawl all over him, pull his ears, poke his eyes.. you name it.
When my second one came along Harley was there. We spent hours on the farm, Harley never ran, he frolicked. his floppy ears in the wind. I would like to think that is what he is doing now..
Harley got sick in December. I noticed he wasn't eating as much as before and was sleeping a lot. I took him in to the vet and they saw he was backed up so they gave him an enema.
we all laughed because he was like a new dog after that! I thought we dodged a bullet. But a few weeks later he didn't seem much better. I can't remember now how many trips we made to the vet, how many x-rays he got or how many tests they ran. Everything came back that his WBC was really high. Harley lost 10lbs in a month. Saturday before last I took him back in to see the vet. They did more x-rays and thought they saw masses. They scheduled surgery to see if there was anything they could find. I thought I would lose him last week. I was so sad. They called me and said they didn't find anything. Me being naive thought that was really really good new. I remember feeling so blessed that God answered my prayers. They stitched him up and sent him home. He was SO happy to come home! This past week he never got better and yesterday took a turn for the worse. He stopped eating and would tense up when you went to pet him (instead of his normal tail/butt wag). I slept with him on the couch last night and didn't think he would make it through the night. His legs were getting told, his mouth was cold, his tongue was cold (he licked my tears). I just looked at him and spent time with him and knew, as much as it hurt me, this was it.
I got my kids around him and we all laid with him and pet him. I took pictures of our good-bye.
I know I did the right thing, but it hurts. The house seems empty and I can't help but to keep looking where he was always sleeping, these last few months especially, and expecting him to be there. I wonder what he is doing. Is he happy? Is he okay? Does he miss us? I can't stop crying. This just sucks.
When I figure out how to post pics I'll post.
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