I can only say that my Hal was exactly the same ... I can't explain it, but I totally accept it ... what is it? Telepathy? I don't know, but animals have this ability ... intelligent animals. I believe at one time we would have had this ability but have lost it through so-called civilisation ... being educated, being taught how to write, to think, to analyse has destroyed our intuition, our telepathic abilities that other animals still display.

Jeez, I am totally overwhelmed by all I have just read. What an amazing relationship us humans are lucky enough to have with our 4 legged canine friends. It is total symbiosis, ying and yang ... what would this world be like without dogs.

Dogs bring out the very best in us ... God I so wish I could be a dog for just 1 day, it must be absolutely amazing.

A little illustration of how much I lived my life for Harvey.

In the veg garden I grew almost every vegetable especially for Harvey based on his favorites.

So I normally grew row and rows of Carrots (he went mad for a freshly pulled one as they are so tasty and juicy), French Beans and Runner Beans (He LOVED both of these picked straight off the plants), Red Cabbage (he loved this shredded and he loved how it crunched), Swedes - very sweet tasting, and lettuce (not much nutritional value but again he loved the crunch).

I also grew fruit especially for him, Blackcurrants (he loved these), Blueberries (very good for dogs and humans), Apples (Never allowed windfalls but loved them cored and pips removed) and his special favorite was Strawberries.

I would give him the biggest most ripe ones I could find and he would gently take each one in his mouth, lay down and bite it and the look of sheer pleasure on his face was amazing. The juice would run out of his mouth and his eyes would be half closed as he licked his lips. I never gave him too many, one maybe two fresh off the plant each day and it was a special moment. I would say to him "Do you want a strawberry" and his little tail would wag like mad and he would dash off to the gate by the strawberry patch - he knew exactly what Strawberry meant and where they were grown.

Last autumn I had ordered from the internet some giant strawberry plants that produce fruits a few inches across and very sweet and juicy. I bought these especially for Harvey and I was looking forward so much to seeing the look on his little face as he ate the first ones.

Also, in first week of March (before his seizures took hold) I had ordered and sown seed of a carrot mix that contains red and purple carrots (the thinking was these coloured ones had higher levels of vitamins for him and would give him different tastes to enjoy.

At the same time I had sown in pots in a cold frame a ton of French Beans - all ready for my boy.

About 3 weeks ago, while Harvey was having his run of good days I had planted out 2 long rows of Red Cabbage for him.

I went for a walk down the garden earlier at our normal walkies time carrying Harvey with me and I noticed that the carrots are through now and some of the French beans are through, the Red Cabbage is growing strongly.

This has really upset me (as if I wasn't upset enough) and I had an over whelming urge to rip all the plants up. Call me stupid but I don't want to grow them now he's now here to enjoy them let alone see them growing.

Kenny I know its early day but have you thought of continuing to grow all the vegetables and fruit you've planted and donating the surplus to a charitable organization that provides meals for the homeless in memory of Harvey?

Kenny I know its early day but have you thought of continuing to grow all the vegetables and fruit you've planted and donating the surplus to a charitable organization that provides meals for the homeless in memory of Harvey?

That's a lovely idea chlosmum. Good always come out of evil I say, ying and yang. Nothing is ever totally bad, totally negative.

Kenny, you need to remember and rejoice the amazing connection that you had with Harvey. It has only happened to me once in life, and it happened to be with a dog, my boy Hal. June would quote her Tawney, Myra her Nigredo ... Hal would read my thoughts, he was a truly truly amazing dog, or perhaps I should say wolf cross, because he was far more wolf than he was dog.

I found peace and comfort from just simply thinking of all the adventures we had had together, all the funny moments ... like when he was just 10 weeks old and he would pounce on my husband when he was lying asleep on his back in the long grass in our garden and sink his little needle teeth into his ear! He was so joyous, so full of life, and yet when he grew up so wolfy, aloof, not liking to be hugged or cuddled, but secretly loving it, silly old git that he was!

You will have a million Harvey memories to remember, to rejoice over and thank God for.

So you sit your bum down on that bench in this beautiful sunshine that we are currently having and remember your boy ... you will find peace washing over you.