The dreaded phone call.  You know in your mind that something is not right but you just wish that time would stand still for a few more years and that everything would be OK.  This is what happened to me today when I heard that my parents dog “Harry” has spleen cancer.  Chances are that Harry will be going to doggy heaven today.

Harry - Wired Haired Griffon

Harry was adopted at age 1.5 and he joined his new sister Tessa at my parents house.  The two Wired Haired Griffons loved to play and then learned to enjoy life together.  Harry always took to me and he would perk up and wine when I walked in the door and mope when I left him.  He slept either with me in the single bed or next to the bed depending on his mood.  He was a happy dog who wouldn’t have ever hurt a flee.  I tried to get him out and hunt some birds, which he would do with me and my camera, but he never really wanted to see a gun.  He freaked out at loud noises and he would just quietly slink away to the basement, his safe haven.  He was a wonderful house dog that loved walks and adored his family.  He is ten now.  He was shown a great life by my parents and cared for like a kid.  I’m sure that Tessa will miss him greatly too.

You have to laugh when you see this dog.  He was so goofy and just loved attention.  Harry bounced around and loved to explore.  In fact, he would play hide and go seek with you, even though you wanted him to get in the car.  Harry was just a chill dog that everyone hopes their pet will resemble.  He will be missed by everyone who had the opportunity to enjoy his company.  He would have been a wonderful therapy dog, in fact, his happiness always changed my moods.

Harry - Wired Haired Pointing Griffon

Thank you Harry for being you and having an awesome personality.  I only hope that some day I will have a dog as cool as you!