Harry, the dog.
Today my family and I said goodbye to our dog, Harry. Harry lived a long and healthy 13 years, and we are fortunate that he passed in a humane and painless way. Harry spent his final hours lying in the sun, eating some of his favorite food and receiving a million hugs, kisses and scratches behind his ear. He was always loving and gentle, and we could not have asked for a better dog.
It's been a few hours since we left the vet's office, and I still can't believe he's gone. I still expect to hear his feet tapping along our wood floor and his insistent bark for yet more treats. Our backyard is left without a king, but I know he is in a much happier place.