Poor Harley!

Everyone tells me that their dogs stopped eating and that's how they knew it was time. Well, Harley is still eating, so I have been hanging on.

The poor thing can barely walk, and she really only stays in the entryway. I know she's sad and lonely. She barks whenever I leave her.

I start out sleeping on the floor next to her, but then I sneak onto the couch in the middle of the night, but when she notices, I'm back on the floor again or she will bark nonstop.

She keeps having accidents. She doesn't even realize that she's going. I have to change her sheets on her pillow at least twice a day!

She can hardly make it up the front step. When she can't do it, she stands there, and waits for me to pick her up.

Change of Plans
Dad was going to watch her while we're in Europe, but now he got a job in Skokie. Of course, it's while we're gone. Hopefully, Sydney can let the dogs out after school.

Dad doesn't really want to deal with Harley while we are away. I think he would prefer that I put her to sleep, but I just can't. There are moments when I think that I should, but then again, she is still eating!

Besides, she is the only one who loves me, and I really struggle with it. Some people would say that if I truly loved her, that I would let her go, but easier said than done.

I will miss her and worry about her and I pray that she waits for me to return.