Harvey

Harvey the Hound
Harvey

It is with great sadness that I have to advise of Harvey’s recent passing following a long, ongoing and brave battle with health issues.

Harvey was always a much valued Pooch Walker. He joined the crew in the early days of the Pooch Walk and was very much an ever present. Harvey graciously allowed (put up with!) other Pooch Walkers to walk with him and Chloe the Beagle X (his comrade in arms) from time to time, never being anything less than steadfast, friendly and accommodating!

I have known Harvey for over four years. We met one evening when our paths crossed at the local dog park. We hit it off immediately. Harvey always displayed his normal bonhomie upon my arrival to walk him and I always ensured that I was never without a tasty treat (or two), with freeze dried liver being a particular favorite. I liked to believe that Harvey held me in a certain regard, as I did him… and I am sure that we had a connection. Indeed it was comforting to know that our relationship didn’t change exponentially in direct relation to the quality of the treat that I was packing!

Harvey’s specific age was undetermined (he was a rescue pup). He was likely somewhere between 12 & 14 years old when we met. A more exact number was difficult to ascertain as Harvey was a perennial pup, never behaving like an older pooch! He was most definitely young at heart and this was clearly evident by the joyous gusto he injected into everything he did!

Water…don’t mind if I do…
Charrrrrrrrge……..!!

Harvey was always a very chilled pooch…nothing ever seemed to phase him. This was exemplified by his attitude the weather; “if I can move and roll around it’s not too cold!” “If I can grab a bit of shade to even my tan it’s not too hot!” “Thunder… no problem…” “Lightning…” that’s pretty!”. He never made a fuss about the elements! To his credit he never really made a fuss about much, even when things must have been increasingly difficult for him.

Beautiful open spaces all around…yet still I feel like I’m being watched…!

Harvey’s people are hurting and sorely miss their friend of many years. Life feels very different without their faithful companion (and Chloe’s BFF). Whilst it is cold comfort now time will help the healing; then a myriad of happy memories of a big, loveable,loyal hound will be sure to lift flagging spirits when feelings are low.

I miss Harvey and will cherish my time with him.

A lovely boy and a good friend.

Mya

Sadly I have to advise of Mya’s recent passing following a brave battle with a very aggressive illness.

Happy Mya

Mya was a long-time Pooch Walker and one of the first to join the ‘Walk’. She was always pleased to see me and it was only a matter of moments before I was being offered her belly for a bit of mutual bonding…indeed regardless of how long it had been since we last met Mya was always happy. The sentiment was infectious.

There were two very distinct sides to Mya…how she was with people and how she was with animals…both pack mates and furry ones of the chasing kind.

Joker Mya

I always found Mya to be a gentle, well-behaved, affable and bouncy girl (with a slightly cheeky, playful nature). In short she was a loveable girl who was liked by everyone that met her. These outstanding qualities were recognized when Mya was chosen to be a PALS dog benefitting many people with her special brand of friendliness. This designation is not offered lightly and the achievement was a credit to her people and a result of Mya being….Mya.

Mya the Fearless Squirrel Hunter

I called Mya a Fearless Squirrel Hunter (FSH). She would think nothing of waiting for hours, super-still and super quiet, ready to pounce when the opportunity presented itself.

Squirrel Hunters in Action

At the dog park Mya was usually joined in this endeavour by Angus, another FSH. I witnessed a number of unsuccessful chases and cut some short when Mya was getting set for the duration. However, I am aware that her people regularly opened the back door of their house only to find a variety of furry “offerings” that Mya had left on the step for them!

Hanging with the crew

Mya always enjoyed hanging with the crew and being in the thick of things…running, chasing and wrestling (when she wasn’t being a FSH, of course!).

Most of all Mya loved being with her people. They are hurting. Hopefully once the shock and pain subsides they will be able to concentrate on many memories of their beautiful girl and the happy times that they all shared.

There is no doubt that Mya is missed…I miss her…her people miss her…the crew miss her. However, we are all lucky and grateful to have been able to share some time and have our lives enriched by this gentle, loving soul.

Mya

Mya

Remembering Charlie V…

Chilled Charlie

Charlie V

It is with great sadness that I advise of Charlie’s recent passing following a long and ongoing battle with health issues.

I think that I can safely say that Charlie was the most enthusiastic dog I have known. Whenever I called to collect him he was ready…regular as clockwork…keeping himself in check as best he could whilst bursting to get out and about. His energy was palpable and his enthusiasm infectious.

Happy Charlie copy

“We’re off for a walk and I CAN”T wait…!”

Balls. There, I’ve said it…Charlie loved balls…Chuckit, Kong, Tennis, Street Hockey, Soccer, Football…if they were vaguely round and could be chased he was there.

Charlie resting

Taking a break…well sort of…

And I do mean “they”. Charlie wasn’t averse to carrying two or three at a time whilst figuring out how he could get hold of a fourth!

I always felt reassured when he was walking with the crew as I knew he would round up any balls that may have slipped through another member’s grip. Indeed, his people told me of many an occasion where he would find balls buried deep in snow, in tall grasses and where you would least expect it in the middle of nowhere.

That Look

“Lost a ball…I’ll get right on it…!”

Charlie was made to run. In the time I knew him he did slow down a little, but he was still an impressive sight when he got going…in sun, rain, sleet or snow. Notwithstanding this effort and endeavour he was always surprisingly gentle in both nature and deed…particularly for such a big, all action boy.

Super Charlie

Charlie V

Charlie’s people sorely miss their friend of many years. Life feels very different without their ever present and faithful companion. Time will help the healing and there is little doubt that memories of a lively big bouncy boy will help to lift spirits  when feelings are low. The crew and I miss Charlie…he enjoyed being one of us, we enjoyed being with him and he has left a big gap.

Thoughtful Charlie