I'm so very sorry for your loss. .at least I had finally made it home from the hospital. Maybe Harley waited for me? Not a lot of people understand losing a pet, how hard it is. I just now received Harley's remains from the vet. They included a little clump of hair that I will treasure til the day I die. Also a little blue plaque with his footprint that I don't really recognize.
When I found Harley I was just driving down the street with my daughter. I saw the Pet Shop and had to turn in. I had a dog at home that was already dying, my Maggie May. Sweetest Golden Retriever ever and my little helper. She was the first one to run outside and help bring in the groceries, the one to bring in the paper even if it wasn't ours. And.she had to carry the mail. Those were her jobs. She woke us up in the mornings by jumping on our bed and trying to get under the covers with us. That was exciting, my squealing and laughter and Maggie's snuffling. I was losing her and I knew it but I wasn't in the market for new dog. No dog could ever replace Maggie. But we walked in to the shop and in the back was a small fenced area. I got butterflies in my stomach and I knew they had something over there. I love dogs. So I went over, and the first little guy to come over was Harley. I looked down, he looked up and showed me his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes, and I was reeled in like a trout. I picked him up, he didn't like to be picked up ever. He turned into Superman always. Anyway, he was so soft and beautiful. I took him right home. It was serendipitous that I had the money bc that little one was expensive. Never for one day have I ever regretted getting my boy and bringing him home with me. From that day he was my baby and bff. We did everything together. Now I'm supposed to wait however many years until we can move to someplace with a yard. Well, I've lived with my kids for 8 years and we haven't moved yet. Honestly, at our age we dont know.how much time we have left. I need to fill my arms back up. What would you do Linda?