Harvey was with us from January until May 31st, 2014 he was just seven years old.
He continued to live his life to the max. There was always someone on hand to give cuddles and kisses on tap. Holly and Alfie provided all the canine help he needed. We were a good team!
There was no stopping this tiny dog who had found a loving home to live out his last days. He coughed often and you could feel (and actually hear) his chest pounding against his rib cage, but he was running up and downstairs, eating and playing as normal.
The vet increased his medication a few times, it’s all credit to the dog rescue for covering the cost which amounted to a large sum.
My one aim was to give this dog as much happiness as I could in a short time. He sampled ice cream, cream cakes, sausage rolls…whatever made his little ears prick up! (Not all at once I must add, and only tiny portions)
The last day of May was beautiful and Harvey sat in his usual spot in the shade and seemed fine. Then, in the evening I noticed he had coughed up a little blood…I knew it was time.
Harvey died in my arms on the way to the vets, he was wrapped in his very own purple blanket.
We planted a rose to remember him, it’s always in flower in late May.
Sleep well sweet boy.