In Honor of Harley Davidson

Harley Davidson

 

 

 

It is with a heavy heart that we write to you today. Our beloved Harley “Fat Boy” Speas lost his battle with lung cancer yesterday afternoon 8/21/2010. As some of you know, he was diagnosed in February with lung cancer. Although we knew that this day would come, we had NO idea how hard it was going to hit us. His poor little body was riddled with cancer, yet he still greeted us with a smile and a big sloppy kiss every day, even in the end. Our sweet “Fat Boy” was quite the trooper and always mustered up the energy to grab a squeaky ball to play or jump up on the bed for a snuggle. Those who knew Harley, know that he was always a loving and affectionate boy…As he fought this battle, his love never faltered. Even as his breathing became more labored, his heart and enthusiasm for life stayed strong…

As we waited at the vet yesterday, Joey & I reflected on that first day we got him. He was a rescue dog that began his life in a trailer park on a chain. He was rescued by AARF and his name was “Flash.” On his collar was a tag that said “Worlds Best Dog”…We had no idea how true that was! Harley and Stoli were the best of friends right from the start. When Rider joined our pack, Harley bonded with him like a brother. Harley always accepted fosters and was the peacemaker of the Speas Pack.

When we lost our baby girl Stoli to cancer, Harley helped us through that grieving process. Shortly after Stoli’s passing, we heard Tom Petty’s song, “It’s Good To Be King” and Harley was poised on his throne in the Suburban. That moment brought us laughter when we least expected it. Our Fat Boy was now King of our little pack. Eventually, Rosie came into our lives and our hearts started to mend.

The Speas Pack has suffered a tremendous loss and as we struggle through the days to come, overwhelmed with such sadness we must remind ourselves that he is no longer in pain and that he is now with Stoli running along the beaches just across The Bridge…Until we meet again…

The most amazing thing just happened! As I was typing this email, Joey was looking out the front window and saw a black and orange butterfly on our front porch railing...An overwhelming feeling hit us both, Harley is OK, and now he really is King! ("It's good to be King, If just for awhile...Yeah, I'll be King when dogs get wings")



Harley Davidson 8/23/2010
The tears aren't as frequent, but every little thing I do reminds me of him...
He used to lay in the bathroom while I was in the shower...
He isn't there...
There was a stool at the end of our bed for him to use as a step to come up on the bed and snuggle...
I had to move it out of the room... As I fix my tea, I usually give him his pill in some peanut butter...
He isn't here...
My heart is breaking, but I know he is OK as he stopped in yesterday (my butterfly)...
He truely is King as he now has wings...