Well, sadly...our sweet Harley went over the rainbow bridge this morning.
We rescued her from our local shelter when she was just a pup. She was on death row there because the shelter was ultra-full. She had a week, then...it was the green mile.
We had recently lost our dog, Sadie, of many years, but I received a phone call from Glenn, who was supposed to be running errands, with a comment, "What do you think about having another dog?"
What was I going to say? Yep, and we were the human parents to Harley, a name she was given at the shelter and, surprisingly so, we rode an Harley-Davidson motorcycle at the time...there are no accidents in this world and none on our bike either.
We had her for 14 years, until this morning. She had been suffering from arthritis and a few other health issues, but this morning it was clear she needed some relief.
We took her to our vet who confirmed the worst, so we had her put down. No doubt it was difficult, but we saw her comfortable and relaxed, which gave us some relief.
The 20-mile drive home was nothing short of silent and tearful.
Glenn dug her grave with the tractor. She is/was, oops, a big dog and we are grateful to have had her for our 14 years.
We love you Harley-Mcfarley, Buttercup and all the other names we have bestowed upon you!!