Harley was a soft tailed Springer, named after the bike. Our son, Dougie bonded with him during several extended recuperations from knee surgery and shoulder dislocatoins work layoffs. We had Harley for 13 years before cancer laid him so low we had to have the vet come an put him out of his misery as he laid on his dog bed, Dougie along side. The trauma of losing his dog, his job a month earlier, and his girlfriend just before that was too much for Dougie and he ended his life of 28 years on Easter Monday at the end of a rope in the garage. We never had time to grieve Harley, and Mark’s story has reminded us of just how big a part he played in his adopted family Never underestimate the influence you pooch has in your life.


Doug from MI