My sister already talked about this, but our family’s dog is not doing well. Harry has been in our family for a very long time. He’s a dachsund/terrier mix and is the most adorable dog a person can want. Whip-smart, I’m convinced he knew every word we were saying 100% of the time (unlike Cooper, who barely has a five word vocabulary, I’m sure). He loved to cuddle, protect, play, and love anyone who would do the same back to him.
When my family first adopted him from the dachsund rescue league, he had lived with cats, and thus played like a cat – he pounced on things, gracefully leaping on toys instead of just grabbing them up to chew or play with. He worshipped my Mom – he’d sulk when she went away on trips, and would pass the time in her closet – as close to “her” as he could get when she was not home.
When I decided to give away my cat Spanky to my parents (due to Stinky the New Cat fighting with her and generally beating her up), I knew it was a good decision – Harry had a cat companion again, and Spanky liked Harry and wouldn’t mind him for a roommate. The two have been seen napping together on occasion – in fact, I even have a picture that I’ll try to scan in today to show you.
But Harry is aging now – he’s about 13 or 14 years old, and his health is failing. I had hoped he’d make it to our trip down in a couple weeks, but my mom has sadly reported that he may not make it through today. He was a lovely dog, one that can’t be replaced in any way, shape or form. He was quite simply, the perfect dog and a wonderful friend.