My Little Harvey came into my life six years ago.

He was the most loving dog anyone could wish for.



He loved life. He loved playing. He loved people. And, he loved me.



When he was just a couple of months old, Harvey went racing towards a family

in the park.  He wanted to play.  However, being the exuberant and energetic fellow he was, Harvey went so fast that he jerked his lead and did a double somersault in the air.  Harvey landed with a wallop on the concrete path and broke his leg.  He spent his first Christmas wearing a plaster-caste.



Nothing seemed to stop My Little Harvey.  Even in a plaster-caste he ran up and down stairs and gave his brother and cousin a run for their money.  Luckily, when the plaster-cast came off, Harvey's leg worked perfectly  -  there was no stopping him now!



Harvey had the most wonderful smile.  Just one look at his lovely face would set

my spirits soaring.  He was the epitomy of life, love and happiness. He was my joy! 



Harvey contracted a gastro-intestinal infection and became terribly dehydrated.  Being in the country town of St Arnaud, the Vet wasn't on duty over the weekend.

Harvey was taken to the Vet's first thing on Monday morning, 10 November 2003. The Vet managed to rehydrate Harvey, but apparently the damage had already been done.  Harvey's gastro-intestinal disorder had become complicated with Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation (DIC) which compromised the blood supply to his vital organs. 



Apparently on the morning of 11 November 2003 (Remembrance Day) Harvey took a drink of water, then died!



Harvey brought joy and happiness to everyone he met. He was so full of vigor and the essence of life.



My little Harvey, my baby, I will carry you in my heart - always!