My life with dogs.

This is my Harvey. He left 414 days ago and I still miss his terribly. I thought I would feel a sense of emptiness in missing him but I feel a sense of weight. Like a stone in my chest that is my greif. I will never stop missing my soul dog and I know I did every thing I could to give him a full and enriched life. He lived longer than I was told for a giant breed dog - but none of that makes the sense of loss any easier. I am willing to carry this weight for the rest of my life in honor of him!