Harry, RIP

Harry Seventeen years ago my sister was living in Los Angeles. This dog appeared on her back porch.  He was thin and mangly. She had absolutely no idea where he came from.

At first she thought he would go away but on the second day she picked up some dog shampoo on the way home from work and gave him a bath.  She let him hang out on the porch leaving the back door open and soon he started to come in until he felt at home.  She took him to a vet who declared he was about a year old.  She wondered what she should do, he told her that its her dog now and so it was.

She named him Harry. She was moving back to NYC in six weeks and a friend said she'd take him when she left but when the time came, she had already fallen in love.  Harry was hers.

What a life Harry had.  He was treated like a prince.  A happy funny dog who Josh deemed the wonder dog about 11 years ago when we couldn't find him on the beach after dark. We looked everywhere and finally decided to walk home.  When we got home, there was Harry sitting in the driveway waiting for our return.

Harry loved to eat.  He would sit by his bowl when other dogs were around coveting his property.  His favorite food was red licorice. 

Harry got old like we all do. He is 18 which is really old for a dog and the vet said he was the oldest dog in his practice and he has been practing over 40 years.  He was blind and was a bit out of it this past few months.  Yet putting Harry to sleep is not so easy. You want to say good bye before it gets to the point where things get really bad.

Today was the day.  I went with my sister today to say goodbye to Harry.  He had a helluva of a life. 

Harry, RIP