As he took his last breath, I think a little part of Harry died with him.
He had been his bosom buddy for the last eight years. They were kindred souls.
Trapper was more than just a beautiful Beagle. He was a great hunter, a comedian, a good friend and had the heart of a champion.
Trapper came into our lives when my dad bought him as a very young dog nine years ago. When Dad died a year later, my mom asked us what should she do with Trapper. He was born and bred to be a hunting dog and she felt he should go to someone who would appreciate him.