In January 1999 we saw an advert for black labrador puppies in the window of Harry's Pet Shop. Two months later we were driving out to Aird Uig to collect a fat blob of fur called 'Mr T', an early birthday present for Josh, who changed his name to Harry (after the pet shop) and later (following a series of books about some boy wizard type) became generally known as 'Potter'
Over the last year his eyesight, hearing and 'back end' have slowly given up, but not his sense of smell or appetite for cheese and cat food! On Wednesday, after everyone else in the family had returned to normal life after the xmas/new year activities, he seemed to finally give up and beth returned from school to find him shivering in the hallway without the strength to stand up. So, sadly, Deanne and myself finished work early and took him down to the vets, where we said our final goodbyes :-(
A great dog and part of our family for nearly as long as we've been on the island (14 of the 15 years). Bye Harry, RIP.