My Dog Harley

I had a beautiful doberman named Harley. My husband and I bought her from a breeder in May of 1997. She passed away this July. She was 12 years old and we were told we were lucky to have a doberman live that long. She was healthy up until the night she had a stroke walking up the stairs. We lost her the next morning. The kicker was that at the time I was 8 months pregnant with my son, Dominic. I never really got to mourn her passing. I was too busy rushing off to doctor's appointments and taking care of my 5 year son.

Now and here I want to pay her the respect she so deserves. She was my first baby. I remember the ride home from PA were we got her back to our home in NJ. She sat on my lap the whole ride, just staring up at me with those big brown eyes.

My husband and I were nervous when we introduced another dog into our life in 2000. A beagle we rescued named Charlie. Yes we had 2 dogs, Harley and Charlie. That was not planned. Anyway stories about Charlie will come in later blogs.

Harley learned to love Charlie in her own little way. But I am going off course. I will have many delightful stories about Harley and Charlie. But right now I just want to say, Harley I miss you terribly, you were the best dog I have ever had. You were my little girl. I miss you in the middle of the night when we are having a thunderstorm, and you are not there to jump on the bed and hide under the covers with me. I miss you when I open the refrigertar door and pull out a slice of cheese and you are not there waiting for your slice. I miss you in the morning when you would stick that cold nose in my side, because that was your way of letting me know you had to go and go bad. I just plain miss you.

I love you Harley, the best dog in the world.