I had to let Harry go last week. He was the type of dog companion about whom poems and novels are written--loyal, loving, and tough as nails. Stubborn to the end, as a good terrier should be. He lived an incredible life for a little dog, traveling more and seeing more in his 16 years than most people. I am so lucky that he was by my side for so many adventures, and I'm sad that he won't be with me for the next one. I made the last choice for him, and his pain and confusion are now gone.
Rest in peace, old man. You were loved and you will be sorely missed.
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Rest in peace, dear Harry.
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