Harley was my Australian Shephard who lived to the age of 22! I found him as a young dog...the vet said about 3...wondering the streets of San Diego. It was an instant bond. From the day I took him home he assigned himself to be my protector and my best friend. On several occasions he saved my from dangerous situations...he took to trail riding with me like he'd done it all his life, I could talk to him in full sentences an he understood. He was there through ALL my boyfriends and an EX-husband. He stood by my side when I got married this May to a new and wonderful guy who loved Harley as much as I did. He didn't show his age until just after the wedding and from there he went quickly. One day he lost use of his back end so we layed him on a blanket and stayed by his side. He waited for me to come home from work...I knelt beside him and began to rub his ears like he always loved. He enjoyed it for a few minuets and then gave a big sigh, stretched and passed away. Sometimes I forget that he is gone and start to buy food or a toy for him before I remember. I am sad that he is gone but he lived a very good full and healthy life...and I know dogs have souls so we will see each other again some day.
Harley at my wedding
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