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This is Harry. He's the best dog
in the world.
He was born August 9th, 1992 and he died January 17th, 2009. He was a
much loved member of our family. He grew up with the kids, and was
always so happy when they came home. But he was really my husband's dog.
He and John were always best pals. Wherever John went, Harry was beside
him. Theirs was a true love story.
The house feels empty now. There's an aching loneliness here. Harry's
red leash is still hanging by the back door, his brown comfy bed is
still in our bedroom, with his red collar on top. We can't take it away.
Not yet. Maybe never. We'll bring his ashes home tomorrow.
Thank you Harry. For all the fun, all the mischief, for barking too
much, for "digging to China", for dancing in the snow and on the beach.
But most of all, thank you for loving us and being there with that sweet
face and big heart on good days and bad.
You were and always will be the best.
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