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.
Rest in peace, dear Harry.
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