Harley was my very first foster after joining TABR in 2012. He was already around 8 years old and a grumpy old man that loved being outside in the sun and playing with the ball. He loved getting a bath and being dried with the hair dryer but try to brush his teeth or clip his nails and you would have lost a finger! Lol. I was told one day that they had a potential home for him with kids and I decided that he really needed a quiet home with no kids and that I should just keep him and that’s what I did! After having him 2 ½ years he started to lose his vision which didn’t slow him down much and eventually he started having seizures.

We could never get his medicine dosing right for him and in October of 2015 I decide it would be best for him to let him go, run free where he would no longer be in pain. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. I still have his pictures around my house and on my desk and while I have had many other fosters he will always hold a special place in my heart.