In memory of Harper

Yesterday we had to put my dog to sleep. Harper was nearly 12. We got him 25 days after we got married in 1994, and he has been our constant companion and friend ever since.

While Jennifer and the kids were visiting Jennifer's parents in Sturgis, he had a second bout of The Bloat. After the surgery his recovery was rocky, and he developed a massive infection on Monday.

I drove out to Sturgis and we all said goodbye to him. He was so weak he had to be carried into the exam room, and only lifted his head twice...once as Jennifer and the kids were leaving....following them out with his head and eyes - a final good-bye.

I stayed with him as he passed away, and we buried him in the Cook's backyard.

He was a great dog, and we miss him.

These are some old photos of him with his favorite toy.