His history is unknown. His age was a guess. We don't know what he went through. We do know he was terrified of everything. We do know he gained weight and had his coat become thick and shiny. We do know that over time, he became afraid of nothing.
We know that HE knew he was safe. He was loved. He would never, ever be abandoned again.
I never heard him growl...not once....ever. He was a very sweet soul.
He looked liked he was dreaming. Just last night he was dreaming...running again.. on strong legs....and barking..."boof, boof"...in dreamland. He looked like he was dreaming when he passed. I dearly hope he was......
Run, Harry.....run to your heart's content.........my sweet, lovely boy. Fly.....
