Over the holiday break, we finally took the time and took Harry to his favorite watering hole at the park one last time. It's been a little over a year without our sweet friend, which is why I was surprised at how it still affected us so much. It was very important to C-man that he be the one to pour out the ashes into the stream. And while I expected the moving water to whisk him away, true to form, he lingered in his favorite spot for a while, beneath the treat tree, in the cool water.
While there are a lot of great ones out there, he was truly the best dog I've ever known. I miss you, sweet friend.