My dog Harry died this morning. He was nearly 17 and if he had lived until the end of the week then we would have been together for 16 years. I couldn't have had a more faithful and loving friend during that time. I don't mind admitting that I'm heartbroken.
Harry came from Battersea Dog's Home, where he had been re-homed three times before we rescued him on a sunny Friday afternoon in 1992. He was full of character and life; mischievous, obedient and stubborn in equal parts.
He became known throughout Littledown and Iford as he was the mascot in 2005 of the campaign to oppose the green belt development proposed there, appearing on posters in people's windows across the ward.
I loved him very much, and I'll miss him terribly.






